I'm, too;
caffeinated to sleep,
****** to be awake,
Anxious to be thinking
And
Afraid to ask for a hug.
As a result,
I'm thinking about God, death and us.
To be honest, I'm not even sure
which I'd least want to think about.
I've never had faith in anything, really.
Well, aside from the inevitably of my death,
Which I don't want, yet, I'm not ready.
If God was around,
I'm sure his or her gaze
has been pushed elsewhere.
And
There's us.
Well,
there's you and I.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
I'm, too;
caffeinated to sleep,
****** to be awake,
Anxious to be thinking
And
Afraid to ask for a hug.
As a result,
I'm thinking about God, death and us.
To be honest, I'm not even sure
which I'd least want to think about.
I've never had faith in anything, really.
Well, aside from the inevitably of my death,
Which I don't want, yet, I'm not ready.
If God was around,
I'm sure his or her gaze
has been pushed elsewhere.
And
There's us.
Well,
there's you and I.
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