Can you really touch my heart from afar like I've done for so many before me?
People say they are alone, but they are not for I am with them, but... are my words a blasphemy towards the God I worship?

There is none good but God, but the man that is painted to be God in the flesh, he said that greater things will come of me. What am I entailed to?

I deteriorate each day... My friend finds great sorrow in knowing that I will not be coming to see him, but he has made great effort to see me, to bathe in the darkness of my life in an attempt to give me some form of hope.

But for some stupid fucking reason, I cannot cause break from my own stupidity to go and see him.
Constant circles. Constant questions, never an answer, just answering with more questions returning back to the original point, no escape from this madness.
My whole soul covers this earth, I feel the anguish and pain of each one that suffers.
But I want to detract so that I may not feel so foolish anymore, but...
If I am so big, so powerful, then why do I do nothing?
But the voice likes to tell me I do enough, I do more than enough, but maybe its lal a lie, maybe I tell myself these things.

Maybe I really am alone in this little world I created as some way to destroy the truth in front of me of how dark and lonely things can be.