No poetry today. No speculation on the nature of the cosmic. No conversation of kink. No self reflections. No confessions.
I am alone. Again. And this time I do believe it’s going to stay that way. I’ve cut off everyone. It’s been a long time coming. They wanted me as their leader, their ark of the covenant, to justify their existence by sacrificing my time to them, to part the waters any time they didn’t feel like swimming. They used me as their void, dumping mass amounts of shit into me to consume, and then leaving when the void spoke back. They could never love me. They would never choose me. I gave them all of me, they gave me too little too late. I found balance, tried to be of service, was whatever they needed me to be, saving the day and pouring one out in silence. I was whatever they needed me to be. And now I am alone.
Congratulations world.
You broke a god.
With regards,
– J