brain fog

my eyes hurt and my heart aches

is life nothing but agony wrapped in illusions of joy

oh harbinger of truth, grant me this.

if my conscience unravels into the depths of the ocean and

my conscious goes afloat, would the world thus be changed or

will the spinning orb spin and spin and spin until I'm nauseous; till my soul opens the wretches and swallows all light into darkness.

until the whirlwind stops, the stars will not sing- thus far I am deaf

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-samjam

this is a text I sent to a friend bc online school was KILLING ME (still is gah)

AAAAand it was supposed to be humourous because I was, uh well, blabbering xD

but he thought it was nicely written and I've come to agree- and lo! here is CoNtEnT!

I think it taps quite nicely into my inner nihilism and existential contemplation

YUPPITY DOO

Thanks for reading, reader, I will now readirect you ;) to go read other poems on this website hehehehehe

Toodles!