And without purpose life has no meaning.
I am left with no significance or hope.
Things feel upside down.
Despite all the wonderful things in my life
I feel empty which leads to guilt.
I don’t believe I’m stuck, but I’m not going anywhere.
I just want to go to sleep and not wake up.
If purpose never exists I suppose it can’t be lost.
The ever present denominator.
Is there no peace to be found.
My feet are planted.
I take root.
Only to be ripped from below.
Rather the darkness baits me.
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