Existential angst, imaginary feelings, dread fabrications

Teetering on the edge of the abyss, descending in the deep, grasping at straws like the drunken on the ego

The painful awareness of getting ahead of yourself, convincing yourself that anything is good…or good enough

If you believe it

Does the burning in your guts satisfy you now?

Do you believe it?

Joy is yours if you desire it, and sorrow waits around the corner if you desire anything at all

You are not alone

This is the human condition

Stand in the presence of God, voice raised in song, a clarion of love

Listen and remember

In what chamber of your heart did you hide the key, the secret of eternity

Fumbling through the webs of uncertainty, stumbling, lost and forgotten on the event-horizon

Stretched in the timeless moment of doubt

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