I’m waiting.

And I’m waiting.

And I’m waiting.

For something I know will never come.

Life doesn’t decide to bring you peace or clarity just because it feels bad.

Life has no need to bring you peace or clarity at all.

Life does whatever the hell it wants to do.

Does it ever randomly strike you,

How strange it is that we are all sentient beings,

Interacting with one another?

Sometimes I fall so into the routine,

Or so out of it that I forget that.

And it feels like an epiphany,

But it doesn’t feel like clarity.

I don’t even know what I’m meandering on about.

A lot of people try to look for some universal truth,

And a lot of people will try to force an answer,

Make it up,

Believe whatever they hear.

If they find solace in that good for them.

I haven’t found an answer that yet makes sense.