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i remember having to sing a song from 'the color purple' in choir once. the lyrics spoke the idea that god is in everything, and in everyone. i've spent the past few months boring into people's souls or beings and looking for myself, for proof. to this day, i'm not sure if god's in quite everyone, or if it's just that i can't see it yet.
is the supposed god in everyone strictly their good parts, like the sunshine in their eyes when they speak of something that makes them happy? is it the bad parts, like their heated words spewing out of their bodies the way lava exits a volcano? is god in all the places that the person's personality don't quite reach, the blank places?
and if he's really in everyone, why haven't i had that breakthrough in my mind? that breakthrough, like a burst of sunbeams in your head as if to say, "i exist. you exist." could it be that i buried his voice under everything i've ever thought? or has he left me to fend for myself and left me with a vacancy that i don't know is dangerous, all because i'm past the point of angelic?
i really need to sleep
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past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
