meaning
what is it? not ever seeing the funny side of anything the darkening cloud it kills motivation to step forward to light it sees nothing it sees nothing it becomes and all encompassing coma of living shroud in falling thoughts belting your brain waves sideways the gale force wind and screaming roaring tides of thoughts hide you from anything but darkness oh wishful I carry my life to a strange and mystic old place I no longer search for meaning as I know i will never find it i look at the gravel cracks and the bright blue sky filled with passing birds and i see the grass get cut and smell the life and decay of its fibres it has the sense to smell
I have faith i may not have faith in god or the higher beings i have faith in life in all its horrific misfortunes which there is alot alas also there is joy and hope in living.










