Somewhere

Destruction

Destruction is creation

Only from death can life come

My reality shattered

An eternal recycling of self

What am I striving for

To reach a peak of creativity?

To know all?

To lose everything that matters to me and find something new?

I realize I don't know my identity

My own heart is foreign

So my perceptions of people feel like lies

When I look in the mirror at myself

I recognize myself a little less as every day goes by

It's hard to live inside this world without offering your opinion

Yet it feels virtuous and holy

To minimize my effects on this world

To absorb all of its facets

To explode from loneliness inside the silence

If the purpose of life is to exist

Then I want the universe to destroy me

So I can feel God