Most people that I know, focus on the mundane and that is all that they ever dream of. Their empty cup of spirituality is only based on old ideas repeated for so many years, one religious teaching or none at all and that is it.
I simply do not enjoy that kind of thing anymore. I've talked too much and thought too much, so much is now repeatition or representation of the same old banality.
There is someone that I love but I will probably not get to be with him.
I don't want to die but I want to leave this life.
I've tried to be amused by this, by laughing as long as I could about it, but in truth the joke is probably not all that funny. I'm like a leaf in a river that I had not made or chosen.
I'm also quite tired of talking about myself.
I posted this to spend some time, maybe as a slight relief from boredom.
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