Resolve

Somehow I haven’t been clear.

Perhaps in the flowery language of my pen you misunderstand my meaning.

So I’m making it plain so that you can  overstand my words.

Demiurge/Not Source, you cannot have my womb without meeting my demands.

I want to travel. I don’t want to plan it.

I want freedom. You must do the heavy lifting.

I want joy. You must embody that.

I want consistency. You must pattern that.

I want wonder. You must provide that.

I want peace. You shall not infringe on that.

I have autonomy. I have free will. I am sovereign.

I want a reason to believe in you.

These asks are but a drop in the ocean of your abundance.

Your pride sickens me.

Faith is not substance enough.

Those are my terms.

It’s either that or you can get somebody else to do it.

I have God within me. I cannot fail.