There is a shadow across my flesh in the shape of a butterfly.
The room shimmers, my brain flashes, and God smiles knowingly.

A single fly among a swarm is never considered the culprit,
And a warm summer’s day is priceless in the middle of January.

I set my library card down on a stripped ping-pong table,
and promise myself I’ll never pick it up again. I laugh.

A magician warns his audience that tonight, he is here to impress no one. Only to fulfill the longings in his own heart, and I repeat these words as I look into the mirror. My reflection boos and hisses.

The town in my re-view’s getting nearer and nearer.

The lines on my face just get clearer and clearer.

The prospect of death get’s realer and realer.

If this sepia tone would leave me alone, if I had a reason to glance at the phone . . . every once in a while . . . maybe then I could get on with my life.
I don’t think the concept of a god (or God) should be alienating in any way. Maybe you need to be a bit more open-minded.