Untitled All of the tears, all of the pain, all of the delusions add up to nothing. A nothing I feel, a nothing I need. Over powered by the indefinite destruction I create for myself. In this world I’ve created, thoughts seem trivial, whirling around me. My existence seems questionable. Is this really living? I lay down. Trying to avoid the monster the feeds me my fears. My fears are kept safe in my mind. The fears and the pain swagger together taunting my sanity. I wonder where this is going. Wondering if I can get out. The darkness takes the place of love. Overpowered by a force intangible, uncomprehendable I taste the saline as my eyes erupt. Bleeding the endless tears, pondering the significance of existence of which we all sojourn. Your innate ways convoy me. Down the veering path of which we call our existence. Acknowledging the obstacles and conquering them one by one. Just the thought of the triumph I have overcome, gives me a pith no one can take away.