C-Minor.

It's nearly three in the morning and there's no hope of sleep now.

Today was a very simplistic kind of Friday, I sat there on the train tracks above the river at Flat Rock, water rushing fifty maybe sixty feet below our small wooden platform and your presence was undeniable.
Wrapped in warmth and the desire to listen, she and I talked of the things we could be doing, the people we could be, the people we should be. And I trembled in the perfection of the clouds, and the sun, and the caterpillar creeping across my fingers. I smiled at the charm and felicity found in our own bodies and at the rustle of our words.
We spoke of faith.
Faith.
Faith.
Faith.
It's so hard to grasp, yet there in that moment I had no doubt, no disbelief in the way you were molding my next few months.

I was content.
I was fulfilled.


"Open WIDE my doors, my Lord, my Lord.
Do whatever makes me love you more."