I once asked myself,
In a moment of pure and untamed hatred,
What would be left if everything in my life
Crumbled.
What would happen
If there was no outside or in
No looking back
No striving forward.
What if the whole world collapsed in on me
And all that was left
Was my own breathing and heartbeat
Inside a tiny white room?
"Even then," God said,
"I would still be here."
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