Belief

Belief is beyond repair. Implemented naught, dark days into nigh moods of wrought. To continue, one may be uttering unintelligible cliches off the back of their minds. The imbalance wrecks, and I am now malice. Others, I wonder what they would say?

Feeling quite drained. My soul, my being, my existence is going down. Harder to move while working. The amount of money spent here for people's enjoyment, escapism, and brief relief is rooted in something I tend not want to be part of-- that is a cyclical order of being that reproduces this particular ideology.

Movement slower, joints creaking, heart pangs, and head severance.