Dear God,

You are infinite, you are all. You are my friend, you are my guide, you are my creator, you are my sense of hope.

I know you see me, questioning the sorrows of the world, questioning the pains I face, the tragic loops from which I suffer.

Yet, I can't stop thinking of you, that you have our back, that you love us.

This must all be for a reason, but then why are there so many ways to view you?

Why do we all fight about how we view you?

I love you God, but it is hard to know how to navigate.

As I child I would think worshipping you is as simple as saying prayer before eating my Oreos. As I grow, I see the grey areas, the fights in your name, the complexities of decisions.

I love you God, I know you wouldn't want this, all of us fighting over you.

I hope you hear my calls to you, I need your love my lord.

I felt it reaching out, straight into my mind.

I couldn't control it, such long talons morphing to become one with the crevasses of my brain.

She could see each morbid thought passing through my mind, each idea of escape. Pain, similar to a screwdriver through a skull.

Why am I not in control of myself?

She looked at me, eyes empty. A void, a sold soul.

Her screech was like no other, it was not aloud, it just pierced my mind.

I feel that she is suffering too.

Here I am paralyzed.

There is nothing scarier than losing control.

To breathe without a sense of fear,

Manage to avoid dangers near,

Sing a song and dance all night,

Live without the concept of fright,

To enjoy one's freedom is a must,

Without which humanity is left to dust,

And yet you snatch all we have,

No need to fight; shove or grab,

As once you see what independence means,

You will see it is in our genes,

To live life the way we wish,

Regardless of the poor or the lavish,

This new sense invites us all,

So no need to cause our befall.