I wish I could believe again but I can't uneat that apple.
Hollow, cheap and shallow, a transparent fecal yellow: where once was God, now there’s not. The world without is a world of want, for the next fix of fast food, infotainment and packaged deals with my holiday, home, phone, loan and... Hell they say is the state of being without God, and here in anhedonia I wait without. I wish I could believe again but I can't uneat that apple.