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empty prayers and bloodshot eyes

or maybe some other commentary on religion

By Trinity HPublished 5 months ago Updated 5 months ago 1 min read

Sometimes I wonder if people crave religion the way I do. I also wonder if people feel the need to run away like I do. Have they also found silence on the other end of their prayers and still see their own vacant eyes on the otherside of the world. What am I looking for? What have I always been looking for? Comfort? Stability? Have I damned myself in youth, filling my mind with my own utterings? I wonder if its the same force within me that hasn't let me sleep. You cannot be vulnerable with sleep. You cannot be vulnerable with belief. You cannot be vulnerable with others. You cannot be vulnerable in body. It feels like its been a war since the day I was born. But thunder still cracks and I still jump. How long will I pretend I'm not scared? How long will I be looking for something I won't let myself find? One day I hope my writing won't be so full of questions. Is it a night terror or a spirit? Will I ever know?

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Comments (2)

  • Obsidian Words4 months ago

    This is so like the human desire to find meaning in life itself, the philosophical questionings broken down into a minutia of thoughts.

  • Shirley Belk5 months ago

    Never stop searching...

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