Note to the Existentialist Self #8

Sometimes its hard to tell if you’re still asleep or are constantly in the never-ending process of waking… More so, the days are religion, the hours cult– you dwell in a dawn of mourning
where you’ll eventually inherit a disbelief in your consciousness, thereby creating in yourself a greater disbelief in any other consciousness.

And since you feel left alone, to suffer the solitude of your devices, whatever those are, you’re forever lost in the desolation of feeling yourself sleep… only as a blind man needles the seams of his darkness —

Grasping, hoping, gasping, groping… but never fully being awake…

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