i cannot let go.
or perhaps, it is he who will not let go of me.
i am tired.
of thinking about it.
what conclusion can i hope to reach?
who am i that i should figure it out?
the mysteries. of life, death, redemption, this world, the next
which ones are real?
what i believe does not matter, i think.
i can only live in this moment
and look for friends.
who are listening too.
what can I do but