Lufituaeb Eb

I want to see the parts where the world is broken and collapsing. Maybe I could fix them... or, I dunno, maybe they would swallow me up.

Odd, though, one can hardly find a pocket of anything true; pure.

It's all crumbling, reducing the the basest particles; entropy's end.

Maybe the question "What are you still doing here?" is far deeper than I thought. Next time I will respond "What amI doing here on this earth? I would love to find out. But I can't do it alone."

Going alone should be less scary. heh.