What is the truth?
What is the truth to be followed?
What should I believe in?
What should I completely open my heart to?
It's the one thing that, even if I thought I was God himself, I'd still be scared and angry to be him. I'd still be wishing, begging, to be in a quiet cottage, sitting my head over the one chosen lap, staring at her eyes, in the only universe I can restfully be.