I Envy the Dead, but I don't want to be that at all.
I want to be sitting around reading books, writing, and listening to the soft drip of the rain falling from my window.
But no matter how hard I try I'm constantly bombarded with the fact that we are dead...
The conversation that should have never started but instead became my first conversation since death:
"God is nowhere to be seen!"
"God is everywhere!"
"The divine doesn't care about us, were on our own!"
I open my mouth to yell, but I realize no sound will come out.
I spend the rest of my time here listening to dead chatter now.
I want to be sitting around reading books, writing, and listening to the soft drip of the rain falling from my window.
But no matter how hard I try I'm constantly bombarded with the fact that we are dead...
The conversation that should have never started but instead became my first conversation since death:
"God is nowhere to be seen!"
"God is everywhere!"
"The divine doesn't care about us, were on our own!"
I open my mouth to yell, but I realize no sound will come out.
I spend the rest of my time here listening to dead chatter now.
Originally Posted by Envy
I Envy the Dead, but I don't want to be that at all.
I want to be sitting around reading books, writing, and listening to the soft drip of the rain falling from my window.
But no matter how hard I try I'm constantly bombarded with the fact that we are dead...
The conversation that should have never started but instead became my first conversation since death:
"God is nowhere to be seen!"
"God is everywhere!"
"The divine doesn't care about us, were on our own!"
I open my mouth to yell, but I realize no sound will come out.
I spend the rest of my time here listening to dead chatter now.
Shut up jehova witness
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