Mock pretend,
time slips by agonizingly.
Each hour as pointless as the one before.
Yet I grieve the passage of time,
for it is as cruel as it is fair.
Bureaucratic rituals continue.
Joy is a rumor I can't substantiate.
Sanity slipped between sentences.
Sadly there are no heavens.
Only ceilings, and I,
ridiculously enough,
have outgrown them all.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
Mock pretend,
time slips by agonizingly.
Each hour as pointless as the one before.
Yet I grieve the passage of time,
for it is as cruel as it is fair.
Bureaucratic rituals continue.
Joy is a rumor I can't substantiate.
Sanity slipped between sentences.
Sadly there are no heavens.
Only ceilings, and I,
ridiculously enough,
have outgrown them all.
existentialcrisis overthinking unhappy void lost mind philosophy
