“God.”

(Excerpt from my diary roughly a month or two ago)

God.

God, god, god… who is god? And why do you worship a man you’ve never seen? Never known? Never heard? Why do you believe his words? If they even are really his.

Why do you follow a light, despite not being a moth? More like an insect. One guide. One meaning. One purpose. Do you ever fulfill it? Do you ever fulfill your purpose? What is your purpose? Why are you here? Listening to me ramble and wander, meandering like a lost child… you’re similar to that.

No knowledge of where you are, where you’ve been, what you’re doing here.

Might as well just go back to sleep.