December 23, 2021
The date I planned to face my fears.
Two of them, anyways.
Thanatophobia and autophobia.
No one would have been able to stop me that day.
A month prior, however,
A god had offered me something I had wished to have for a long time.
And the catch was to never face those fears the way I intended.
That bastard ruined my plans to cease from existence.
And I love him for it.
But that does not stop my heart's ache for an end to mortality, as the nature of mortality itself is cruel.
I wasn't meant to exist.
Yet was given a purpose that I don't know if I'm even fulfilling properly, if at all.
My mind drifts through the vast nothingness of empty emotions, occasionally crashing into my vessel's prior trauma and ultimately causing an upset.
I wonder...
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From a Crow's Beak: Writing in Passing
PoetryWriting that I've come up with when my emotions push me to create. This is your warning that a lot of these are depressing.
