you are my god

You try so hard to stay alive. You live and learn. You make mistakes and wonder what the hell is wrong with you. But somehow you keep going. Reading and learning. Working and talking. Thinking and listening. You see yourself in the mirror and sometimes stop for a moment to catch your breath. Who are you. Who is this person. Why are you always looking at me like that. You travel and explore. You lose things and people. There are moments of intense suffering and then some kind of temporary relief where it feels like this is worth something. You are worth something. This self. This body. These fucking thoughts. On and on it goes. The search. The finding. For the one that is always there. Thank you Lord. For everything. All the love songs are about you.