Writing...

What happens when my brilliance is now ignorance?

When my truth is no longer reality?

What happens when all these words I've said just hang off the map to drift off into the far reaches of outer space?

...where time and regret are the source of who's to say?

I am but a mortal trying to be God.

Let's just say that my love is only but the shallow end.

Is it possible to drown in yours?

See, i was the lord once...and my flock left, my love grew stale and i had nothing left to give.

I heard your never-ending in every sense of the word.

Hello, my name is Creation.

Nice to meet you, Creator.

Yes, i would love to take a walk. The night sky is beautiful.

Let us talk.

I have some issues.

And you ARE the solution.