if I thought hard enough.  I could probably break.  into pieces.  at least inside.  I was lost.  many times.  I was saved.  once.  that day.  my world was so small.  everything seemed within reach.  and everything mattered.

it was then.  a small man with.  a big mouth. spoke.  the word of god.  as if he was. i am.

and for a few moments.  maybe longer.  but not an eternity.  I forgot when my brain was soft.  or that it was still soft.  or that it could always be soft.  enough to change.  it was later.  that I learned.  that.

faith is death.  the end of mystery.  and doubt.  one night.  I dreamed a new world.  into existence.  an afterworld.  where angels ask me questions.  after all.  they cannot question.  anyone else.  

and without any answers.  we all held hands.  and walked away.  believing.  in doubt.