Andrew <3

In a foreign place

Paralyzed by fear

One

Does

Not

Question

Thy savior

Andrew

Long, endless hallways like labyrinths

Endless paths, leading to nowhere

Not responding is like refusing a map on a long, jungle expedition

Or a tour guide down a long, rough river

A sea of humans

Testosterone fueled humans

Looking for release

Unable

To

Make

Time

And thy savior appears

Long hair, old shoes, ratty sweatshirt

The image of a high school God

Two words and blinded

Hearing disabled

Touch frozen

Eyes closing

Tongue of lead

What did He say?

He touches your hand. Life restores.

A low grunt escapes his perfect, wonderful mouth,

"You lost?"

Stay calm. Keep cool.

Breathe in, and out.

Nod your head in agreement.

Your tongue has yet to un-stick.

You open your mouth but nothing comes out.

This God is doing horrible things to you.

But

you

don't

mind

much