Looking Into Nothing
I don't know if I can do it. The future feels insurmountable, a dreadful, dark emptiness that pushes me back. The only way I move forward is because time refuses to stop. I try to paint the darkness with hope of a destination, but it is flimsy and melts in the face of the approaching contorting chaos. Giving myself up to the mercy of circumstance and relinquishing control of my life seems to be a cheap and foolish escape. I constantly fight against a future that I project into a void, and I always will, fuck you universe this is mine!