But what good is prayer to a god who does not hear?

staring into the galaxy of her eyes,

“Breathe. Everything is you. Everything is coming to you. There is nothing that you do not know; that you have not always known. You are not the body, you are not the mind, you are nothing, and everything, eternal and current, distant and near. Release yourself of attachment, of possessions, of all things that bind you, and bring yourself to freedo

Michael imagines the heaven in which they reside, a heaven of justice, where peace reigns eternal.

See, I believed in her to the point of worship. Would kneel, palms touching, hands clasped, eyes closed, to a god with her face, praying she would never leave. It felt as though my prayers were being heard, but the day she left came to me like a summer storm.

We fight to be seen, for the world to know that we are here, only for us to be forgotten, to be invisible once again;

people only love you as far as you do what they need of you; when you do what you need for yourself, they fade like shadows in the dark.

This man knows it, feels it, that it’s only a matter of time until he can walk no more, and his only desire is to lie wherever he finds himself and sleep eternally. He can feel his body succumbing to this will as it grows heavier, as though he is pushing a rock up a mountain, only the mountain is the streets and the rock is his own body.

My nerves then exploded as though someone had lit fireworks along my veins.