You

I know it doesn't matter, but I thought You should know that I don't think of You anymore.
Along with those nursery rhymes and boxes full of shiny objects that only exist in Your mind.
The only existence of You is the resemblance of a conversation that should of never started.
I don't believe in god and I don't believe in You either, even though You have flesh and blood.
At least I assume as much and You tell me as much.
But I have learned not to assume or to even believe anymore.
I am now unfolded and free, blowing in the wind.
Catching some poetic nonsense for my own choosing.
For my own consuming and contemplation when I close my eyes and listen to the tap of my heart.
I don't need a mystery to be astounded.
Or the transcendent and metaphysical to feel alive.
A building rising from the flesh of the earth is good enough.
Lights trying to outshine the moon.
The hum and drone of humanity outside my window.

Dru