Finding god

Did I tell you I brought Wuddly home. He's a soft toy. Owned by a boy whose only solace has been him, for a long long time. And now he's mine. Is it selfish to bring him home, so that he lessens my misery? Or I rather let the boy have it, so that it consoles him for an ever. I would like to ask him that. I would like to ask and know so many things, that I've failed to keep count and only wonder. That it's a joke to drift in and out of someone's life when someone remains so utterly devoted to that one feeling that brings peace and wholesomeness, someone's smile can bring such cheer to the heart that we let them wield that power over us, it's just not fair, maybe we should take that power away and hurt them just the way they hurt us. Over the years, we've tried to understand but now when we finally do, we realise that our worth is much more as a companion, but a companion that has been trampled upon and yet still remain loyal and truthful, after this heartfelt journey do we realise how we let ourselves be taken for granted. We want to dive into the next person we meet only to punish ourselves for the hurt it has caused us. No wonder happiness is a drug and we keep going back for it. But sometimes in that naked silence, you realise that you'd lie there forever, under the stars, breathing softly, and not saying a word but listening to a million heart beats...and that's when you find god.