feel like you're on drugs.
give up stuff you thought
was
essential to living. stuff you couldn't live
without but now you don't want to die
with.
it makes you count stars.
in the skies.
in your eyes. in anybody's eyes that look like
his.
it makes you runwiththewind. and sometimes,
like the wind. because it
scares you.
it makes you pick the first petals of a flower one by
one.
like you do when you're reading
the
Bible,
and one true verse just follows
the next.
he loves me,
he loves me not,
he loves me.
He loves me.
He loves us.
