I’ve been left alone once more. The only thing I feel is pain and uncertainty. Not anchored to what’s real—I’m living liminally. I’ve been left broken to the core. Someone save me from this mess. God, I’m sick of being depressed. I can’t fall asleep because my mind is racing. I feel sick and I can’t break out. I can’t stay asleep because my body’s breaking. With my head underwater, all I do is drown. Is this the end? I can’t see any way out of here. Can I get away? Can I run away? Can I escape? Or am I trapped in this hell? No helping hand can save me from myself. It’s cold…

I persist in this tepid purgatory. I see no way out. There is no glimmer of light shining beneath the surface to guide me to an escape. Clawing my way around, I wonder if I’m to be relegated to this existence forever. Is this it? Is there any hope of escape? This cannot be my penance. Is this a test or a punishment? An act of love or a curse? If separation from God is hell then I am there. How else could one characterize a dearth of feeling? A lack of hearing? It’s a perpetual emptiness with no sign of hope nor escape. Be not deceived, this is…

Stuck in this sick unending cycle, unable to escape. I thought I could achieve more but I guess this is my fate. Struggling to try my best but always falling short. It’s a pitiful, pathetic existence to be sure. Always ending up last as history suggests. Painfully striving to put forth my best. Unable to experience anything of worth to me, unable to get anything done. In this twisted life I feel like I’m the only one. Alone, trapped in a glass box which no one can see. I’ve done everything I can to try and break free. Pathetic, sick, weak, coward. These ideas torture me endlessly. Devoid of truth, meaning or…

I feel so empty and nothing seems real. Life no longer pushes me and pulls me as it once did. I lack the enthusiasm and the wondrous hope that I had when I was young. Instead I’m all alone with my thoughts. I drift by, divested of the things that make one whole. I’m nothing but a fragmented man without direction. This world is truly hard to believe and life is so surreal. I don’t even have the energy to be angry like I used to, and I kind of miss it. At least then I felt alive. Now I simply drift by without leaving a shadow behind. A…

Stab him in the back. The man, with the help of whom your victory was wrought. Punish us all with the plagues you brought. Save for hope, it all escaped from her pot. Forever to torment humanity until the very end. Just like your father and grandfather before him. You betrayed the man like the scum that you are. A scourge to us humans, the storm-bringer. Capable of destruction as well as creation. Too jealous to allow us our gifts without punishment. He betrayed his family for you, to do what’s right and what’s true. To have his own blood stare him in his eyes and play aloof to his deafening…

The crescent envelopment of my twisted roots. Ever-consuming, the grey mist lightens into nothing. He stoops down and rips out the encased fossils from the ground. From the glimmer of my aperture I’m watching. He is the root of the tree. The multitude of ancients follow his lead. Both old and new follow to the edge. By his transcendent power we’re led. But they come. Keep your distance for they live to devour. Succoring one another and influencing power. Living and growing, conducting and bestowing such an honor upon each other. Don’t get too close to touch—judiciousness avowing much. Keep your cool and keep your distance. Clandestinely they…