Sane?

 Tired of trying to believe something I don't quite believe anymore. I've already assigned a place for my soul when I die. Talk about a wild ride to be on. That's simply all there is to it. Maybe so, maybe not. I don't really know anymore. Let it just come to me on its own terms. Nothing can successfully be left out at that point.

You may not see me as stable. That's okay. I don't quite see me as stable either. It's just one of those things I deal with on a daily basis.

Darkness feels like it's everywhere even with the light on. Oh well, that's simply how this life works. Such a silly life which comes my way. That's okay though, I'll get through the majority of it.

Simply fading away isn't an option for me. I don't quite know the correct course for me to begin with. That's just life at the moment I guess? Yeah I don't know.

Years of thinking this way hasn't got me far in life. Yet I keep on thinking about it and that feels like life at the moment.

Is it fear of failure? Perhaps that's what I am afraid of. Such a strange concept. So what am I meant to do about it?

Am I sane or not.

That is the question which plagues my existence. But maybe that is a discussion for another time. Feels like a complete waste of time to me. Let it be.