Dance to forget yourself. Dance to forgiveLet your body and your mind agreeIf only for this breathe right nowDance like you're free

I know these two weeks have been God walking right into my life like he has flesh and Kool-Aid coloured hair. The gospel according to Bodee Lennox. His safety. His protection. And love.

Vibrant eyes, chocolate brown, kind. The mosaic of Bodee Lennox.

Lex, this'll sound weird, but when I was a kid I believed in monsters. You know, like vampires. Werewolves. Ghosts. And I believed in them because I knew at least one other monster existed. He wore a shirt with his name stitched across the pocket. And carried a fifth for a weapon.

You forgive yourself.

Bravery comes one day at a time.

He's opening a door, but he already knows I won't walk through. The power of Bodee is in the way he reads me, sees through me, and then understands the truth behind the facade. He's the guy who can walk straight through the House of Mirrors on the first try. It's almost annoying. No one should ride tragedy like a pro surfer while I drown.

If we move, we move.

I know your story.Got one of my own.Yeah, I know lonely and alone.Happen in a crowd, happen in a kiss.But I know how to change all this.

All in all. You have been. Redeemer. Pain Steeler. My best friend. Please hold my hand.