godless

what would you do with a doll
that god died away from?

what would you do with an old toy
that no longer holds faith in itself?

my flowers are dying

and so is my job.

i’m an idiot

i bet you already knew that, huh?

My So-Called Life XVI

It’s a slow day. After weeks of rain, we finally have a revitalising, but beating hot sun coming out of its blanket of condensed water.

It’s funny that I stumble on trying to write about my somewhat normal, mundane weeks. It’s almost like I’m expecting a period of melancholy.

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