I Miss The Comfort In

To Have A Good Friend Is The Purest Of All God's Gifts, For It Is A Love That Has No Exchange Of Payment. It Is Not Inherited, As With A Family. It Is Not Compelling, As With A Child. And It Has No Means Of Physical Pleasure, As With A Mate. It Is, Therefore, An Indescribable Bond That Brings With It A Far Deeper Devotion Than All The Others.

There Comes A Point When A Dream Becomes Reality And Reality Becomes A Dream.

I Wondered A Little Why God Was Such A Useless Thing. It Seemed A Waste Of Time To Have Him. After That He Became Less And Less, Until He Was... Nothingness.

I Used To Lie Between Cool, Clean Sheets At Night After I'd Had A Bath, After I Had Washed My Hair And Scrubbed My Knuckles And Finger-nails And Teeth. Then I Could Lie Quite Still In The Dark With My Face To The Window With The Trees In It, And Talk To God.

But I Was Sure Of One Thing. If God Were A Father, With Children, That Cleanliness I Had Been Feeling Wasn't God.