Too much time, not enough.
Sideways and backwards. I’m laying on the tracks.
I’m waiting for the train to come. I hold my breath for light.
I want to raise the sky again. I want these walls to be enthralling, instead of being four iron gates that ensure the hollow.

“You’re confused.”
“You need help.”
“Listen to me, I know best.”

…Do you really?

Do you even remember?

Can you recall the way it feels to be a God?