So, I found god right?

This is a piece of writing that I thought had been lost to the mysts of time, and the binary code of the internet. But I found it today and I'm amazed. It's something I assumed was lost forever and now here it is. I've never wanted to rediscover something more than this. It's not even very good. It's somewhat terrible. Written in 2004.


when i met her, god when i was seventeen, i met god, exactly where she should've been if god was to be somewhere, visiting, new york city. she said "you look lost" to me. it was true. in the mayhem after leaving central park i had been misplaced from my, well, friends. i said something like "yea." she said while looking me in the eyes, "it'll all be fine. just stay by me and you'll be ok." the only part of me she could see was my eyes and i hers. they were dark and warm. she was short. much shorter than i anyway (which now when i look back i see as ironic). she then said "hi, my name is god." i told her some name i can't rightly remember. she then grabbed my hand and we moved with the rest of the group. she told me that she was from canada. of course, it all then made sense. of course god is from canada. the police came and came at us over and over. i held tightly on to gods hand and arm. what i assume was one of her angels or profits or someone was on my other arm. his strength was firm and he was silent. she kept saying "hold on, we'll be ok. if we all stick together we'll all be ok." god was exactly what i never knew i wanted her to be. the cops finally broke through and everyone was either tackled, fallen, running, or in relative custody. the last i saw of god was her reaching hand being drawn back into the wailing crowd of black and homemade patches of resistance. as i ran it became clear that i had been touched by the hand of god and her power was all around me. for those minutes or however long, the most beautiful girl in the world was dressed in all black and i never got to see her face. that is the day i met god and how she let me know that everything was ok, and to prove it she gave me her hand and her eternal blessing.