"do you believe in God?"
I asked her.
"No. I am not religious."

"I believe in the universe."
I said.

"I believe
in believing."
she replied.

and when she
said this she
looked up to
the sky

but we were inside-
so this would be
the ceiling..

..and waved her
arms about
so beautifully
like a thousand
pieces of fluttering
paper in the air.

"whatever makes you
look up."
"I guess."
"or believe- in your case."
I managed to utter back.

"you have to believe."
she said to me.
"whether it's God, or the universe,
or yourself; believe in something."

"what if you believe
in nothing?"
I asked.

"well that's simple."
"nothing is still
something."

"so that's something
to believe in."