I’m scared, keep having these thoughts I don’t like. Scared of the state of the world. Scared of the injustices. Scared of the people.
Voices and visions are bleak to say the least, they don’t help. Depression building. Longing for home.
Why this? Again and again I search for answers. Something inside tells me it’s something I lost, long ago. And I’m scared that it all is illusion.
I’m scared this existence will someday fade from my memory, like Trying to recall a dream just out of your minds reach.
The infinite is asymmetrical, they say. The void just seems like a minor inconvenience, another start over, to rest, until your spirit returns. But that’s the catch I guess, having to relearn everything, up until these thoughts are unlocked again.
I digress, and surmise my problem is it my brain thing, and my consumption of the news.
Wishing everyone well!
