We are human, made in a glorious mix of love, fear and of lust. The mortal skin proves our downfall. Who was I, but a standing face in the many places. My faded skin, milky and temporary, shadowed by the greed and sin of others. They creep behind me, ever nearing to take me us one of them — the jaded, the lost, the hopeless.

You never let them win. In your own fears, clothed in nothing, you suffered the whips and lashes of many just to be with me. Your courage, an answer to my questions. It was never easy to love me. You knew. Yet you took the dirty road, and you did.

Love, makes you do crazy things, doesn’t it.