whosaysyourwayhastobemine?
I'm not a religious girl.
They shake their heads at me as I stumble in their dark.
But you see, that's okay.
Their churches and hypocritical sermons have never filled my heart with love. With hope.
They've only brought me pain. Heartache and endless liquid sadness.
I find my faith in crashing waves. In fireflies dancing rythmically in the twilight. And forever and always..you.
I don't need a book to tell me right from wrong. My heart has a mind of its own, and always finds the way.
But don't think that I'm not aware of your frowns and the names you call me when my back is turned.
I hear your words before they drip from your tongue. (Judge not, right?)
And really, I'm not saying I don't believe in God(s).
Some childish part of me will always cling to the idea of higher beings. It's a pretty thought.
But my gods are not necessarily your God. And I don't pretend to believe that these daytime fantasies, are anything more than just that.
As a little girl, I was convinced I was half-goddess (daughter of Apollo). I smiled smugly as children approached me, because I knew if they weren't nice, my grandfather (Zeus)..would strike them down. As I got older, I was disappointed to discover I was only mortal.
But every now and then when the sun burns my skin..I can't help but smile.