I was thinking about God,
and how He creates this world
using letters and the infinite light;
black light on a white.
what about myself,
not a poet, just trying to write;
black letters on white.
sometimes I feel lonely when I write,
or maybe I write because I feel lonely?
(I know it is only a feeling)
God is always one and He is obsolete; we’re always looking for someone, to be somehow complete.
my father says, any artists are lonely in the world they create.