I Love The Process Of Being Alone

My Life Has Been Like All The Lives, Long And Hard And Full Of Sadness And Confusion And Horror, A Frightening, Difficult Dream Punctuated By Brief Moments Of Joy. And As Is The Case With All People's Lives, The Moments Of Joy Are Never Often Enough And Never Long Enough.

I Think God Is Something That People Use To Avoid Reality. I Think Faith Allows People To Reject What Is Right In Front Of Our Eyes, Which Is That Thing, This Life, This Existence, This Consciousness, Or Whatever Word You Want To Use For It, Is All We Have, And All We'll Ever Have. I Think People Have Faith Because They Want And Need To Believe In Something, Whatever That Something Is, Because Life Can Be Hard And Depressing And Brutal If You Don't.

But We Are What We Are, And Humans Will Always Hate.

I Am Aware That The Battle I Am Fighting Is A Petty One, But I Am Also Aware That In Order To Win That Which Is Great, You Must First Win That Which Is Small.

This Girl With Nothing But Her Own Strength And A Desire To Be Free. With Nothing But A Beating Heart That Is Scared To Be Alone. With Nothing But Clear Blue Eyes That See Through Me And Understand Me. With Nothing But Open Arms Ready To Receive Me. To Stand By Me. To Walk With Me. To Love Me. I Love Her. Lilly. The Girl With Nothing And Everything. Lilly. I Love Her. A Tear Appears. She Smiles. She Leans Forward Kisses My Lips Softly Kisses Me And As Our Lips Touch Barely Touch She Whispers. I Love You Too, James. Our Lips Barely Touching She Whispers. I Love You. Whispers. I Love You.