The day my god died

...and one day you realise all the stories were a lie. And your faith dies.

The day my god died

I've been hiding from myself since the day my god has died, fearing the pain that would explode in my chest, shattering my soul in thousands of pieces. I've been swalling the tears since I lost my faith, knowing that if I let them come, I would perhaps drown in the abyss of this gloom. I've been keeping my mind busy with everything except my own thoughts, since I discovered that there is no truth in this world, wondering if I would start thinking, I would probably go insane. But today I was forced to look at my godless self and allow the pain to embrace me. I surrendered to the rain of tears trapped in my throat and I gave permission to my being to accept this shivering awareness: I am alone in this endless Universe.

 
30 april 2019