me, you and Him.

There is me,
Then there is you...

There is us...
then them.

We hold on tight,
like intertwined birds,
scared to fend off the familiar,
scared to let Him...

I am scared,
you are scared...
It seems as though he shakes it all to the roots...

You give him an eel, and he takes the mile.
He turns it upside down and vibrates it to the core.
Everything not rooted falls away...
Maybe we'll even fall off eachother...

He shakes us to the core...
such that we aren't holding onto eachother,
such that we end up holding onto Him...

And only Him...
we weren't meant to hold onto eachother only,
you and me.
It was always supposed to be me, you and Him...
always.

...So let's let Him shake us.