God of this World
rambling thoughts during my walk
I am the center of this universe.
The sun. The moon. The stars.
The whole stupid solar system.
I said it.
I was supposed to get better.
Shitty childhood,
then something,
something good.
I blinked and missed it.
Five seconds between broken girl and breaking woman,
but even gods have origin stories.
Even gods come from nothing.
Everyone's walking around chanting:
“It's okay not to be okay.”
Keep that shit to yourself.
I don't chant.
I don't pretend.
No big bang.
I was always here.
The god of this world doesn't wait for the good times.
The god of this world makes them.
Or doesn't.
Either way —
I am still the fucking god of all of it.
About the Creator
Tina D. Lopez
Finally realizing I need to start acting like the main character in my own life. Writing helps me figure out where I keep losing the plot and giving away my spotlight. My story is a big mix of drama, comedy, tragedy, thriller, and, horror.
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