Empty Mirror
🪞 have I sinned a certain sin I cannot atone for? will I stroll through earth feeling miserable, like my life has no worth— like I’m meaningless, not even worthy of a reflection when I stare into an empty mirror? everywhere I go anger boils in my soul, a reminder that life is futile and meaningless. yet still I go, on and on, like a roundabout— ferri’s endless wheel, stuck on a seat chained and cuffed by my feet. where is my consent to this ride? how can I come down? I need an escape, yet I cannot. I stare at the floor beneath me, a thousand feet below, and I know: if I fall, I plunge to my demise— but maybe it is better for me to be gone once and for all. but still, I am cuffed, unable to loosen this constraint. my religion confuses me. the only certainty I feel is that there is no God. there must be no god— because if he is real, he must be mean, mean and cruel. can he not see the evil in the world? or does he enjoy it? why call him a he? why never a she? why not an it? God, can’t...
