“God-shaped hole”?

the sensation that no matter how well or how much I am loved

I can not believe I am lovable simply because I exist…

and how it seems that if I could (simply believe I was lovable),

so many difficulties might be solved, resolved, dissolved…

how many things entangled in this vacuum…

in the mirror I note the shirt I am wearing

is it as simple as that?

Grrrrrrrrrrr