There I was...gone

Every day i wonder if this is the last. Wonder if I can stay or will the cosmos have another plan for me. The voices never seem to give me an answer just leave me with bigger questions. I’m not bold enough to question or depend on my mind to dig for truth. I don’t understand where the truth lies. It must be in between the beliefs I’m told or the cold spreading through my paper thin skin. So every morning I wake up and look around and I’m breathing. I’ve yet to decide if that is good or not.


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