The Revolution

not to think

not to fear

not to feel that i was broken. because what i was feeling wasn't brokenness at the time. what we were feeling was love.

love.

so i thought... that love was something magical and consuming and awe inspiring and magnifying and wholesomely, contangiously, devouring love

consume . devour . .  .

the putred greeeeen 

rolled into browwwn

how i smell the 

deeper i breath to

consume. devour

my veins.

my veins are nervous- are twitching. are full of love?

no no no

what is this artificial, superficial feeling that has consumed me

the people so close or so i thought love to love me like this? 

peer pressure! 

i am no better loved than not! 

i am lonely. i am lost

but i plaster on my face the crooked teeth big mouthed grin 

as

usual

i am not sad though

but i am lost and i am

confused

i will tell you one thing i am not

.

.

loved.

but lean your ears closer i bring good tidings! 

yes!

of great joy!

the days rolled by and i persisted to fit in as i did the way i thought i should and knew i shouldn't

something was lacking

but when

but when i finally said no 

when i finally walked away 

i felt something so incrediblly awe inspiring that my imagination cannot fathom to explain

my body consumed

my veins consumed!

again!

but this time more

this time right

this time i felt the love that is a GIFT to us all 

from the ONE who loves us most

the SPIRIT that is inside of all of us to know 

that once we say yes to that

we

will have

the

.

. 

LOVE