maybe we can still be friends

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 listen.

and look for friends.

who are listening too.

what can I do but

love justice

do mercy

walk humbly.

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