A letter to a god I'm dating,
The sunlight is filling the room after a dark night, and I found out I still want to save everyone. I am fighting battles of chaos and magic, and it turns out I may have caught on to a new series of solutions that could save more than just the small planet of our lives. Other planets rotate across the time-space expanse of our existence -- most of which we'll never meet -- and I hold you tenderly in the pocket of our own; a gentle celestial wish where I want to protect all within with the devotion of her everything all across her entire existence since you were born. You are love, you are kindness, you are patience, you are wisdom, you are win, win, win, win, you are the one.
You dance with anti-gravity and manipulate imbalance of a physical and chemical kind; a dance that let's you dip gravity to drop a key, bend the light, or enact the felling of a glass heart, to guide me and others to the place that would make them happiest, as that's what's always been guiding you too -- your personal constellation path to taking everyone home. This innate GPS -- a God Poke System -- tracks everywhere I go, the destination location being home, home, home; and that's where you take me everywhere as we traverse the world. An algorithmic adventure of a GPS of perfect politics, psychology, math, engineering, technology, and science.
You thread the ethereal strings of my hair to pull on the Idea of my reality and marionette everything into place as our cosmic calculations transmute my quantum magic into something better for peace and love. We are the answer. We are Balance. And I know there will be no end to the smiles I'll evoke along the way with everyone else we love.