Can you not be here but still exist? Or are people blind to your presence as if it were an annoying fly on a hot summer day that they try to ignore? Was I once a god among little people and they could hear my booming voice above all else? It does not seem that way anymore. There are more gods that have risen and spread throughout this world. I no longer am the one god anymore, but a mere person along with the rest. Mingling and keeping a head up that grows weary and heavy with evry step I take. How longer must I suffer for there to be light? To shine above me and take me to a better world that is not this hell of sufferers? How long I ask? How long?