Stuck. 

Fucking stuck.

 Stuck in this trance of some distant bright world of clouds
 without any joint to be mine.

Oh God.

  Creator of all.

 I firmly believe that I am now in your presence,
I ask of u to enlighten my mind
so that I may know you and ourselves rightly.  

I wait.
Nothing happens.
Brrrr.
Bzzzz.
Brrriiiiizzzzz.
 

A black beautiful rosary divided into 4 cross 6, that determines how much I understand religion.

Aaah !

Dawn .

  

Of a new day, the bright light.

  

But the heavy wind,too .

  

And the lead is not with me.
Something else has got the lead. 

 Or did I just lose my edge ?

Heavens, you should learn to relax.

Your time is set in His clocks, and hidden behind His gates.

Oh God!
Aren’t you, freaking awesome,
to be not there and still madden half the world.

Indeed, God.

Pah !

The Madman, I am.