I can hear you now.
I'm in my car, driving to work in the rain.
Yes, I can hear you.
I don't want this conversation to go on. I'm tired of the words that keep slipping from my mind to my lips.
Stop talking please.
I made it back to church again this week. Didn't want to go, went anyway. Indifferent that I went. Still feeling tired. Still avoiding the conversation that is waiting on the sidelines to be resurrected.
Damn sidelines.
