The world has been falling apart around me, but I can only muster the courage to lift my coffee cup. I give my belongings away to strangers because materialism is vain. Money is an object, nothing more. I’ve been burning pages of my diary, filled and blank, because the past has passed and the future is futile. I leave my soul to the stars in the hope that I will awaken among them. A cursed sigh escapes when the sun rises and my demons slip through the cracks in the wall. I do not know why I drink coffee in such a large quantity when slumber is the final escape. I have simply stopped believing.