alt. title :I am my own worse enemy, and my only friend
If I were to let myself go, where would I lead me?
“I’m finding myself growing more and more desperate,” he thought to himself or to be more accurate to the unseen force that runs the universe. “If ever there needed to be a god today’s the day.” And not just any god but one like you see on TV and in movies. Yes that’s the one.
A plane flew over head in the distance he could here the sound of cars on the interstate. “Man what a weird dream I’m having, talking to god without any hope of redemption. Why should anyone care?”
“Caring is the bases of all hope.” Said a inner less cynical voice. “It’s the basic goodness, or rather the hope of basic goodness that drives the engine that feeds the soul.”
“Bullshit!”
“Maybe, but true never the less..”
Birds chirped, a dog barked…
“Why can’t I be like everyone else. They don’t seem to care about the same things I do. There isn’t anyone that really knows that do they?”
“They do say that people that talk to themselves are crazy, but I think that’s only if it’s out loud and in public.”
“I’m hungry” his stomach chimed in.
“That’s not for you to decide.” He concluded, and continued on with his inner debate.
“If all life is but a single thought in the mind of god then why does it seem so important?
Does it? You watch the news every day. Do you really care about anything you see there?
Again a dog barked in the yard, but this time it was his dog, “Quiet,” he yelled.
Misunderstanding his own words his inner turmoil subsided and he when to make a sandwich and settled in for an evening of reality TV.
