Blah No. 1
I feel like blah.
Kinda wish I had a cupcake.
Want to go home.
Need to do my taxes.
We will always owe something to someone as long as we live.
I don’t know what we are here for.
What does it all even mean?
What is the point of any of this?
I know my purpose but what is the purpose of my purpose?
What happens next?
Are people real?
Is this all an illusion I am living?
Is this the dream?
Is everything else fake?
Would I survive outside if I wasn’t able to work and feed myself?
Are there really differences between cultures?
Why can we still see things without them being in front of us?
Who does this all benefit?
Maybe I don’t create like I used to because my heart isn’t in it anymore.
Where is my heart?
Where am I?
Why am I here?