Father,
I am waiting for you. One day you will lift me out of here. One day you will show up. I am tired, each moment in this body, it is totally and completely unbearable. This world is so empty and meaningless. How to live without You ?
How can you just leave us here to dry out, in this wasteland. Will you show up one day? I hope there will be an end to all perception for me. Till then, when will you destroy this mind, this notion of being separate, this stupid "I" ? How long will you keep me drying out ?