He's Always There
Midnight. I woke up to an empty house. He was sitting at the foot of my bed, staring down at his feet. He doesn't say much, but his presence always made more of statement than anything he said. I looked away as fast as I could and ran outside for a cigarette. But some people you just can't out run.
He isn't a fond of these walls at all. He isn't fond of much, aside for sitting and staring; no one knows what goes on behind those eyes. I wouldn't say he's hopeless, he never seemed like one for giving up. I'd say his faith is simply wavering. Gods don't always come through, and when they do, they don't always get all the details right. Whoever said "God is in the details" missed something along the way.
Some might say it's part of a grand scheme. I just don't know what to say.
He isn't a fond of these walls at all. He isn't fond of much, aside for sitting and staring; no one knows what goes on behind those eyes. I wouldn't say he's hopeless, he never seemed like one for giving up. I'd say his faith is simply wavering. Gods don't always come through, and when they do, they don't always get all the details right. Whoever said "God is in the details" missed something along the way.
Some might say it's part of a grand scheme. I just don't know what to say.