(056) a finite purpose

you're gone, and i am convinced that i no longer exist. a finite purpose got stuck in the trenches without explanation, and the animals went running off. there's too much pain behind these eyes, and it's with no consolation that i can honestly trust and believe in myself. i'd rather be left behind without decision than forced to go forward and be used as a partial derivative. how impossible.

how will you be able to recognize me when you never bothered to look at me in the first place? how will you be able to recognize me when i can't even recognize myself? i don't care if you can recognize my face from a mile away. it means nothing. don't fake it anymore. it's a lost cause. we no longer make up our minds so let's just let go of these. they serve us no good, and we'd be better off without them.