I've decided to end October
with a bang.
(Pun intentions unclear.)
It's not that I have all that much
to say on the topic,
because really,
who volunteers for such
discomfort.
I just think
I've got it all wrong/
It's time to get it right.
I can already say:
I'm either
a big fat liar
or
in the deepest of denial
to think
God doesn't have much to do with it--
as if up until
this sudden reveal
they lived in separate
territories.
Maturity is:
pride in the things that
most make you
blush.
