5:32 am

 5:32 am

I have been up for hours. Thinking and feeling and talking to God.

About being dead. About being alive. About if existence is as pointless as it feels in the middle of a storm. Both metaphorically and physically. 

I am goal-less, which feels soul-less, and makes me tired.

I contemplate another move, only to recognize that moving doesn't help. Its just a pretty change of scenery until its not. Im incredibly disillusioned with the world. And I dont know if this place has sucked the life from me or if im simply over life.

Let me count seconds. The average person falls asleep in 7 minutes.  420 seconds. 

Hopefully, this'll be a blimp in the sleep radar. And I'll wake to a blood blog of a dream forgotten. 

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