Faith

"There's something in the way she looks at you. Something in the way she orientates herself to you, turning her shoulders just like that, just one way or the other, as if physically defining your role in her world. And after a few weeks of knowing her - well, you just know that it is really her world that you walk through, that you try to change, that you struggle to exist in. And the way she talks! That tone! - 'Don't stress it' - I can't even come close...

"Everyone who meets her, they know. They know she's got a great big heart, big enough to trap us all, big enough to set everyone free. They can tell - you'd be able to tell, if you spent like ten minutes with her, with those eyes on you, with those - those - you know it's odd that for all this time I can't remember what color they are, but it's alright - it's not the color that matters, just those eyes and her lips slightly pursed when she listens.

"Oh and she listens hard, hard like you're the only important thing in the universe - like what you mean is the only meaning that matters - like her whole being is focused solely on your words, your gestures - those eyes reading beyond your ability to commune, reaching in and pulling out everything you're trying to hide, everything you're trying to say, to be.

"It's a strange feeling really. Kinda like being suspended, hanging in the moment right before the fall - at the top of the arch, if you know what I mean. You know how, when you toss something in the air, there's a moment of suspension right before gravity catches the thing, dragging it back down to the terrestrial plane. Like - indecision, yeah - like if given a choice the thing would keep going and you'd never see it again - and right then, gravity's not sure if it cares. That's what it's like when talking to her, but then, BAM! She always catches you with a word, dragging you back down to earth - with a word she could smash mountains - but her eyes make sure that you land softly. You got it?

"You know, but I can tell - I can see the sorrow behind those kind eyes, those strict and lovely cheek-bones - and it wears on me. I just know, not sure how, but she's fighting in there, fighting the big fight - fighting for all of us, if you catch my drift - for all of us: you, me, everything. But if we knew, it'd tear us apart, right? And if she loses... well, let's just hope she doesn't eh? Just talk to her, for like ten minutes - if you'd talk to her - you'll know - there's no way she's gonna lose. She just won't, not when it's all of us on the line. So, yeah, I'm glad she's on our side.

"But, it's hard being friends with the messiah. There you have it - sorry you asked, eh? Ah well, just go talk to her."