…ink on a cloud

…billions-

father, …

there are billions-

and i simply ask for one-

just one-

so where is he?

and whats his name?

will you share it?

will you write it?

cursive ink on a cloud, maybe?

but not without your blessing-

as love shall never be love without you-

but sickening encounters of swapping souls-

and the filth that lingers, even after a thousand heated showers-

forgive me-

thus celibacy has grounded me for years now, while awaiting you-

and you deserve no less; father of fathers… king of kings- *selah

but where is my picasso father?

the one whose mind can hold my art-

because the night ridicules me, while the moon holds pity-

it does-

it does-

it does. 😔

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