jhonnen vasquez

Sometimes…

you can cry until there

is nothing wet in you.

You can scream and

curse to where your

throat rebels and

ruptures.

You can pray, all

you want, to whatever god you

think will listen.

And still, it makes

no difference.

It goes on, with no

sign as to when

it might release you.

And you know that if

it ever did relent…

it would not be 

because it cared.

- JTHM