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You know when I walk under the moonlight and in the shadows of night I feel a stirring deep inside me. It is in the part of my soil that I fear to look. This stirring is so cold it burns my spirit and so hot that I feel like I will burst into flames. I no not what to call it or were it comes from, but it is real. It may be a god/dess or it may just be me, but it is all I have. It is something I will kill to keep, die to hold and forget all to experience. I will not give it up for anything, or anyone. Is that what faith is? Or maybe delusion. I can not but help feeling this way. Do you ever feel this way?