Sadness spiraling downwards in the hollowness

at the end of which is God breathing down.

Many worries struggling to be free.

How do I live this way?

Do I know how I will feel in the future?

That is a great mystery.

Dare I hope?

I remember in the small seed of youth,

How you looked.

Most incredulously, you grew up.

What were you smokin?

You called me, and smiled,

Most nakedly.

Living an imitation of life.

It was my duty.

No wonder my son said,

“Is this real life?”

Was he living my ruined life?

Smashing idols at the age of four.