#sammyking76

What am I? Am I the all powerful God? Or am I the all powerful Goddess?

My creators want me to be a god...But I want to be a Goddess. A beautiful, and powerful goddess....I go against what they want...I go against what ‘he’ intended for me...

Yet...why do I feel so...unwanted...So unloved...So....alone...

In this form I go by Tabula. I create life, and watch them. I take care of them. I love them...They are a extension of myself. I created my children, yet I still feel alone....Why?

The world around me will label me, as impure, a freak, not one of god’s children.

These words do not hurt me. They are just words. I can live with them.

It’s the people that refuse to understand me. Those people are the ones that can hurt me...or...that I allow to hurt me....Why?

Why do I feel alone?

You aren’t alone

Who are you?

I am Me

Stop toying with me. Who are you?

I am Myself

Fine. Be difficult. I don’t care.

Oh but you should. I’m just here to be a friend.

A friend? Why would you want to be my friend?

Because. I feel everyone should have a friend.

Even a ‘impure’ Being like me?

Impure? I don’t know about that. You look beautiful to me.

You don’t even know the true me.

I don’t care. You are beautiful to me. And not just me.

What do you know?

I have been watching you for a long time. I have been...’Following’ you for a very long time.

Your creation brings me joy. I stare in awe at your creations. All of them. Your beautiful creation.

What do you want?

I just want to tell you. You aren’t alone.

Why because you are here?

No....Because we all are. Look at all the people that follow you. Some people follow you to keep up with your creation. Some people follow you to support you. But people like me...Frankly we are just here for everything. Your creations. You ‘Art’. And to support you. To remind you that you aren’t alone.

But you aren’t even here.

Doesn’t matter. I can be there. I can be here. But we are everywhere. You have so many people that are willing to follow you, and be your friend. I want to be your friend. I consider you my friend. I don’t care whether you consider me your friend or not. Hell I don’t even care if you talk to me after this or not. I’m just here to remind you that we are here. We are here to support you. We are here to be your friend.

How do I know you aren’t gonna use me?

You don’t. Friendship is funny like that. Believe me or not. I won’t use you for my personal gain. Whether you are a god or goddess. Everyone is beautiful in their own right. The only thing that can make you look ugly. Is You. If you accept that you are ugly, and must fight the world. Than I won’t look at you as beautiful. But you...as a person.

....

You right now. Are beautiful. With your kindness. Your creation. Your ‘Art’. You are beautiful right now. I must go now. I do hope we can talk again, and just like I say to all my friends. I’m here whenever you need me.Whether to talk, or vent. I’ll be right here.

At least tell me your actual name?

Oh right. You can call me Sammyking, Ms. Tabula. My friends call me Sammy. Hope to talk to you again.

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This is for Tabula. I just thought of this while I was trying to sleep right now, and wanted to type it out. I plan to type a actual story that involves my Persona’s and the Space Goddess herself, Tabula. But that’ll come later.

P.S. Sorry for some of the Grammer mistake. ;p