God’s question

The universe exists because I created it to amuse.

But I keep struggling for attention.

As if I am not everything I see seeing me.

How do I keep forgetting myself in reality?

Is it the nature of carbon atoms deconstructing themselves ring by ring?

Or is it rna not perfectly sequencing my genes?

Or am I just missing amino acids in my diet?

Or do I simply feel unloved?

Under recognized?

Under appreciated?

And undeserving, unworthy of love?

creation rebuttals:

YOU ARE SIGNIFICANT TO ME!

meta narrative:

their eyes track to one another in silence

trans narrative:

”I am no better then my own opinion of beauty.”

post narrative:

they never transcend themselves only entertain themselves to death unable to realize the medium was their mind ever grown blind by fear they were afraid would draw near and wash their conscience clear wiping their whimpering tear and offering good cheer stating “there, there, I am here.”