Boredom (№ 341887)

I alternated my actions, referring to God in the hope that it rekindled my old life. But wherever I went, always returning to the dead end that says"Life is so bright and varied. But you my wonderful friend, always miss the moments of aesthetic bliss. Your existence in the world is meaningless, but rather you're trying to dilute my stay?" As much as I tried to get rid of the haunting sadness, all seemed to be purposely not came out. Like my life should be so, and I do not have his consciousness.