#exsitence

Co written by mjroco and jaybzsmithy (search us both on wattpad) #poem #exsitence https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv1cJgbFWpL/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1gw2y9mvez3xq

We all feel there is meaning, a purpose is something that we are all feeling. I’m here to tell that you that you’re just being selfish. Only satisfying your basic need to feel important, the oldest human fetish. There is no god he has long been dead and buried. He’s an answer that you cling to justify why you feel that life has bullied you. It is a cause for celebration that you are not simply a plaything of creation. You have been given a blank canvas to draw all of your aspirations. Take back the responsibility that is your live. Give meaning to it yourself and hold on to all possibilities. For that is the worth of humanity that we create life out of our own worse tragedies.

My home is the earth. I am a man you may meet, but can never hope to know. I can’t even begin to know myself. I get a stinging sensation like a swarm of gnats when I have over stayed the allure of a new town. The roads are the only place that make sense; a never ending ocean of new possibilities. I can never end my journey for I do not know my destination. I am a vagabond cursed to forever wander, and to never call a place home.

Time is so short and I'm beginning to spiral down a rabbit hole of thoughts .. Will I ever achieve my dreams? Will I ever meet the people I want to meet? Will I ever have family of my own? Someone send me some funny/encouraging messages.. Please..

"Believe in yourself. Go to a church that worships you. Attend study groups that analyze your words. Argue with others about your existence." Night vale radio. •Artwork by James R. Wads•