I wondered why I was made this way. She sees through me. I asked you to smile as I gave an inch of my time. She blew smoke in my eyes and blinded the intentions of all that is good within me. What I could think now was that the dawn of all humanity nestled slow between her thighs. I told her to listen to the rain. The thing is I never knew why those times manifested itself like that but there was something that had me clinging to the darkness. She asked why I didn’t reach for God at those auspicious times and I replied that I had. I could only see myself shoveling my own grave but that may be some sort of spiritual path.