Ego's perspective

 I hoard minutes  in a prison of digits where the bars are prisms  and the lights, delights. I weigh bliss  on a scale of cause where the weights are loss  and the needles, flaws. I count peace  on a tally of smiles where the lines are lies  and the equations, deceptions. I look too close yet I see very little I feel too much  yet feelings, riddle. ecstasy eludes as I stalk its scent  taunting me while smiles around ascent. now I'm chasing Melancholy  and she's chasing me back running around in circles never ready to attack.

  It was a perfectly ordinary day by all means. The sun was shining on him, radiating warmth. The ground beneath his feet, a sense of security. Sometimes the most extraordinary things happen on days like these. For instance, the death of God. Joy walked into his new high school. Head held high with an invisible effort and his smile constantly changing and correcting itself. He knew no one would dare tell him that he only got into this school because of his father, Archangel Gabriel, but he knew. Lucian Academy for Angels and Demons. Here the best and brightest of celestial offspring learn and, once in a while, get the opportunity to be an archangel, an honour of the highest order. Archangel Remiel was old enough to die soon and the students would jump at the chance to be him. When an old angel dies, his body is destroyed but his soul remains with all his knowledge and memories concerning himself. A new student is selected and his body is offered as host to the soul. And his young...