Lest I Forget

At some point in life, we start to doubt the sincerity of people, we start to doubt fate and all the good things that happened. Maybe it’s the venal concept of evolution and the doctrine of cause and effect in it’s finest. Or maybe we just grew more skeptical in this Darwinian evolution.

Forgotten is the word, in a reverie spawned by one’s self fulfilling prophecy. In this congregation full of life and people, I felt this stint of emptiness overcoming… Everyone has a story, and I always thought mine was larger than theirs. But we are all no different from one another, not in any sense nor notion, not in any way nor another. Beneath our skin we each belong to a separate universe, a void in our human condition that encompasses all our emotions… Emotions such as grief, anger and happiness. And as each universe collides, we feel this tenderness of emotion in different forms and magnitude.

We are just lost souls in pain, looking for someone or something to numb the ache. Though I’ve never told you this, but I’m here because I want to forget you…