"maybe god is an introvert"

you ever just.... ???

take 1

i live on a street where noise infiltrates.

even a mad man came by, it was day into night,

you won’t believe what happened next.

take 2

the FBI ding’ed dong’ed ditch-ed us.

all we wanted was a night of that quiet

places somewhere inside me lit a fire

oxygen in short supply

we demand noise and all things noisy used in its place,

so we can hear the world

and we found the real air &

breathed deep through our noses

and out from our mouths,

it was on foggy windows crystallized by sweat,

blood tears and sweat, it mmmmmmm

my street is so noisy.

I can't help but hear nothing but silence

and it goes so good with a clear night sky

and the moon, Venus—they're like pilots.

i wish you could take me away [8]

bring me right back to the place [7]

lets run to where it all starts [7]

all the way back to the beginning [9]

where part of me may still remain

where i was whole & you were too

the noise outside is threshold

shattered, it has cracked window’s pain

all the air sucked out

nothing left remains

i think it’s water gone under

only then did i wonder if, like me,

“maybe god is an introvert,”

bc if he is

then all of this makes perfect sense.