Thursday's Child Has Far To Go.

[lateniteshow]

I said: "Reality hurt my world." and some wall nearby shattered. It's all been fast.paced since then -hustling, bustling, December light begging to be let in. Worn shoes flattening molehills, bandaged hands tearing mountains apart. And I don't know where to start. Here I am, standing on the banks of the Styx and I know I have to get across but I

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[frantic_writer]

aren't you still god?
love meditation.

[lateniteshow]

Abby, holy shit. How have you been?
Is God a good thing to be and was I ever such, I don't know. Do you?

[frantic_writer]

hey, i've been doing really well, how bout you?
and the question- i don't know, i think i feel that i am a peice of god as is everyone inasmuch as there is a god. but one can never really know. only think you know or think you have a feeling it may be a certain way.

[lateniteshow]

Life is fucking weird but I've been doing pretty good.
That makes sense. Like God, ghosts, superstitions exist only because you believe in them? But if I were God and I swallowed my world and it's now nestling in my stomach, am I its center or its protection and how come it keeps being projected through my eyes.. Fantastic possibilities, I like to think everything is true.

[frantic_writer]

"if I were God and I swallowed my world and it's now nestling in my stomach, am I its center or its protection and how come it keeps being projected through my eyes.."
lovely poetic metaphor/question, whatever it was. intriguing.

i agree, i like to think everything is true and nothing at the same time.
but mostly everything in some indistinguishable way.