are we, drunk, billiards, poetry, steven humphreys

Are we

Are we of God? did small pieces break off him so he wouldn’t be alone? animals don’t soul search they don’t require family therapists no one has to

epitaph, death, poetry, steven humphreys


Like it says in the epitaph below… ‘of my own volition, I have endlessly searched for the (I) which seemingly resides within me yet to the best of my human ability cannot be located nor found’ therefore I will