The devil and me.

Where is my God?

The devil did not return for some time. He was not making the progress he wanted to and needed to come up with a new plan. She had been wondering quite aimlessly for a while. She wanted some body else to talk to besides him. She felt like a goldfish in a bowl, going round and round.

Where is God she fumed. He owes me big time. After everything that's been taken away and now no explanation, no nothing. If God exists where is he? Why is he not here snatching up my soul?

Secretly she worries her soul is only fit for the devil. That there is something very wrong with her. She will not give into the devil, she must remain strong. Even now though she wonders, can I really get what I want from the devil?.

The even bigger question, what is it that I really want?. In the scope of everything, what do I want?. All I have is this time and space to think. What honestly made me happy?.

It is so strange but she gets the feeling, she hasn't asked herself this in a long ,long time. God help me she thought, I need you. Still she would not pray.