I met God one evening.
The funny thing is, i wasn't wanting to find him.
God was smoking.
"Why are you smoking?"
"I'm God Kalea, i'm stressed."
We sat atop a big balcony and watched his creations move.
"They're so beautiful", God was breathing hard.
But I know they aren't. they aren't. they aren't.
How do you tell God that?
"Why do people rape, and murder and steal?"
God's mouth is the shape of a sinking ship
his face carries the wrinkles of one thousand dying souls.
How does God answer that?
The clouds moved in closer on us.
purple sky surrounded us
God shifted, uncomfortably.
"Because Kalea, they just do."
A man who carries the weight of the world
Who knows everything, and everyone..
Has never looked so alone.