I sat and prayed.
I did not pray to the unmistakeable god.
I prayed to any spirit. To any presence out there who would listen.
Who would listen and try to understand for this is a luxury I have been deprived of.
This is a luxury I am selfishly craving.
I do not know what is real and what is faux but I do hope that there is something out there who cares to listen because the only thing my mundane aquantinces understand how to do is repeat words like they have been told to do.
I just pray that there is something out there trying to comprehend my thoughts like I do for everyone else.
/k.p./
