I spent seven years in purgatory
Not between heaven
Waiting for hell
Felt like sand and fire
Like I was dripping down
Cooking the Unsubmerged parts
Up above the hourglass
Pitter patter
trickling below my feet.
In a heatwave.

who showed god
The magnifying glass
He burns ants with?
**** that guy.

I am an ant in purgatory
It feels like I can carry so much weight
I am small
capable of so much
look around.
Everywhere around me
People built normally
can do more
It takes a mad scientist
His imagination of the shrink ray
The switch on the side
Something out of a sci-fi movie
Just to make me grow

It takes somebody with an imagination
Just to think i'm impressive

who gave god the Shrink ray?
bless them.

I thrive on the creators
The thinkers
Bath in their passion
Crave their attention
I need to hear their words
See their art
Live their stories through mediums
This abundance of descision
Where they hold hands with a paint chip god
Fingernails of mustard, line and savage
Seductress tendrils
Spilling splattering across canvas
Or music sheets
a stage
Computer screen
Purgatory.

Who gave god the paint brush?
It was me.