I've always wondered if there was a god. And now I know there is -- and it's me.

It certainly has been quite the while since I last sat down to write. I'll try not to take so long next time. For now though, here's something I wrote.

There is no gravity.
I talk to the beauty.
But that was when I crawled on your knees to appear.

Let there be no title.

I've been reduced to a child, who sees how everything was(?), or the state of "what could be." I've forgotten, is there an end to the day? What a pathetic pretentious question. My original thought was lost because I sat and thought too much about how I could make myself sound more like a prestigious writer. I've been missing my imagination. I've been dumbed down, desensitized by everything I see today. I don't have to think, I might as well let everyone else do my thinking.

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I don't think I can write a book, everything I write down makes me feel that I'm not as intelligent as I thought I was. I don't think I really make an effort to care about the future of anything. Living day by day is just how it has always been for me. How can I think there's anything wrong with how I live? Considering we've put life on such an important agenda, that we all forget that living is not the everything that we all think that it is. Fuck, fuck, what am I even trying to write. I can't help but go on every goddamn bullshit tangent that has anything to do with what I was talking about. And when I think what may perhaps lie ahead, it always just makes me think about what I am currently doing and how I can better the immediate situation. However, my interest in this is rapidly dwindling. I think I'll stop here.