#something will come

never much understood the love for the worshipper. The dog. The pet. The one that keeps coming back. But like a God. You can want whatever. When that dog comes to lick your hand. You can beat it. You can starve it. You can love it. You can feed it. It will be back. Stronger than you. Because through it all. You are the one it knows better than you perhaps know yourself and your desires. As a god. You want to be better. Or worse. For this thing that crawls for you. Kissing the earth and scratching its knees for a want it knows better when it loses all other parts of itself.