I want to believe but even belief doubts this world.
I never take myself (anyone) too seriously anymore. Not sure why. It’s not like I’ve given up on me (you), rather it feels the world has rejected itself and left the bitter to taint the sweet. The feeling is mutual. The mirror speaks and I agree. There’s nothing left to lose.
When i was small (big) and was told the truth (lies) i thought i knew the difference. Now it seems one useless story, if stories even matter. In ways i feel the grim approach and i (we) fail to shudder. I am as worn as the earth. There’s nothing left to lose.