i believe in something greater than myself.
that something may be the love and sacrifice of the human blood and bone
i’m not sure
but this is the only way i know how to celebrate the beauty of whatever it is.
this is in part because of the truths of my childhood, which are as all truths are: true.
the other half of the why is rooted in familiarity–it’s hard to leap when you don’t know what you’ll see.
and i won’t apologize for this, for seeking answers in what i already know.
but please, don’t take my lack of bravery to mean i believe what you believe, that my answers will come from the same book you found yours in, that i close my eyes for the same reason you do.
because i don’t.
you see, there’s an anchor i have only just melted into liquid, light enough to carry, small enough to swallow.
and before i couldn’t carry so many heavy things.
sometimes, i still can’t
so i close my eyes and fall back on what i already know
and that’s just as all truths are: true.