Afraid to Wear Crazy Colors

i take my finger, turn it into a pen. then i run my hand down your spine. you guess i wrote something profound, something like "i love the life that we've found." i say, "you beat this game," but what i really wrote is how i've yet to be saved.

I love. I listen to music. I color. I want to be a transcendentalist when I grow up. I read. I write. I feel guilty when I spend money. I learn. I get paid by the DQ. I dream. I care. I pray. I am. But mostly, I love.