I ride waves.
But the water is filled with the sewage of
10000 ways to stop.
I hold my beliefs for myself,
But my self doesn’t hold my beliefs for me.
It makes me question
Whether what I think is reality
Or if reality even exists.
And it’s easier to let go
But harder to feel numb.
When nothing really matters
How can anything persevere
And I make dinner to not eat it
And I pour wine to not drink it
I just do to be done.
Not to exist for the reason everyone craves
But to exist because