My religion and spiritual question has been the cause of my life. The source is a certain thing, I cannot open here but it’s okay. I wonder, because I question, and yet, in contradiction, I believe, so vehemently in my path, for many reasons, pure and impure. But I am me, and my Lord is One, and my freedom is nigh, and my question will die, soon, before long, I’ll see with my eye.
perhaps it is like now, in these moments,
when you realize that your friends give but a fuck about you,
and would rather chase glory,
than to be with you, who gives them nothing
but kindness and reassurance, pointless assets,
to a god like you.
perhaps one day I’ll gather just enough courage,
to tell you all fuck off.
perhaps when I realize that what I want is in front of me,
and everything else can go to Hell.
All you want is people to worship you,
instead of just be kind and funny and enjoy your company.
Your pride is worth more than your heart.