Dialouge with God.
God how can you have done this to me?Did you think about it at first?
Maybe not, seeing as you are the master of all that is.
He is the hot blood running like white rapids in my small insignificant viens.
He creates the endless bounty in a dry soil stricken desert, I would say an oasis, but doesn't that imply only imagined?
This... dream consists of us but we have to always wake up and face the darkness of the present day.
I see him everywhere God, even now when I am awake.
It snowed today, and I saw his image calling me outside to play.
See God, he knows the innerworkings of my inner child, he calls out to whatever is left of the being I was once before the storm.
Who is this gentle soul , who came out of pure chaos amongst his earlier years... is it he who holds the key to the one thing I cannot find myself.
I leave him everytime with more of my soul, he keeps it close to his heart, I know he would never abandon it or lose it. But he only holds it waiting for me to tell himt the words, speak them out into the cold air.
I can never do this God you know why! Have I lost my mind?!!
God why, when, how what is this? The air I breathe is a ghostly mist.
Here one day and gone the next he challenges my heart and then leaves to another place and time.
I wish...
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