I starve my flesh, yet I don’t hunger for food. What I hunger, instead, is a glimpse of you. A vision, a dream, a butterfly kiss…to those who don’t know you, you’re a fantasy wish. I wonder and wait and willingly die….ironically, I only find life. I’ve been raised from the dead, you could call me a zombie, of sorts, but you won’t find my grave clothes on me. I’m sitting, clothed, and in my right mind…I’m buried in treasure I never thought I’d find; If you told me to sell all that I had, I can’t imagine being sad- You are the only One who has made life worth living…I’ll take up my cross and give up sinning!