and she treated me to starbucks last night. it was a study date. i sat with her, comfortably. in her mind, i explored what she had been experiencing. too much to express verbally. but her focal point resided on Christ. all around Him, chaos existed. like a tornado. swallowing, ruining, and exterminating anything and everything that is in its way. she had a mind. and a tornado lived within. she didn't know where i was. but she felt me. and she treated me to a bagel with a cup of soothing tea. then i appeared. outside of myself. and realized, i was on a date. by myself. and she, was me.
i was at starbucks yesterday, reading over poetry by John Keats. his work is packed ... with everything i never knew dwelt amongst us. but now, i know.
