A Hope And A Prayer
Tonight I prayed. I haven’t done that in a long time, because I consider myself agnostic. I don’t know if there is a God, one god, or maybe many gods, or spirits, or aliens controlling our minds and there’s no such thing as free will because: aliens! I don’t know. Not for sure.
But tonight I prayed. I asked God what to do. Why do I keep falling down? What am I missing? I’m trying, lord knows I am, and I’m still falling short.
And I cried. I cried a bunch. I laid my forehead to the cold wood floor and I cried and prayed and nothing came. I felt lost, broken, and alone. I reached out and nothing came back.
So I got up off the floor and I went to the CVS and bought some dry erase markers. I took them home and wrote on my mirror:
Everything is going to be okay.
And it will. Eventually. I hope.