Date: 9-13-2020
Lucas' p.o.v
Here I go again, digging a deeper bigger hole for myself.
I hate crying raindrops, whenever will I be whole again?
Broken beyond repair, all of my possessions are damaged
heavenly goods. Bored and empty beyond a reasonable
doubt, I let myself go. Going nowhere in particular, my
vision of the future is blurry and filled with worry. I am
moving in constant slow circular stellar motion. Falling
apart, how long will my heart endure confusion? Dissatisfied,
I am frustrated with my progress. I frown as the result of
failing every test thrown my way. Goodbye my lover,
undercover angel, my smart better half. Overcoming
one obstacle after another, success is my miracle cure
for failure. Unexpected and unwanted, false hope stirs
up trouble making prayer to be an unreliable resource.
Longing for peace of mind, suicide appears to be the
best option whenever depression and oppression are
around. If God did exist, he would make the days here
on earth to be less darker, grayer and bloodier. In the meantime,
I will remain a dying dreamer with a lack of faith. Good
as new, pessimism gives love a bad name in this game
of life. Hope pulls me out of the abyss and I rise up from
the ground like a skyscaper. Longing to experience wholeness
of my mind, body and soul, I attempt to achieve the impossible.