Existential angst, imaginary feelings, dread fabrications
Teetering on the edge of the abyss, descending in the deep, grasping at straws like the drunken on the ego
The painful awareness of getting ahead of yourself, convincing yourself that anything is good…or good enough
If you believe it
Does the burning in your guts satisfy you now?
Do you believe it?
Joy is yours if you desire it, and sorrow waits around the corner if you desire anything at all
You are not alone
This is the human condition
Stand in the presence of God, voice raised in song, a clarion of love
Listen and remember
In what chamber of your heart did you hide the key, the secret of eternity
Fumbling through the webs of uncertainty, stumbling, lost and forgotten on the event-horizon
Stretched in the timeless moment of doubt