Faith,
You are a cool breeze on a summer day
my understudy in an over-casted play
The time I take for myself to stay in the moment 
with you
The smoke I hold in my lungs, the feeling of numb, peace, serenely sweet dreams that can't feel real without the nipping superstition that the world is not enough
for us
My restored antique, my fairly priced Boudine. You are whats right about the world. You are what I believe in.

Always, 
Amanda
                                    Amanda Lvnar 2015