Tired of searching. So God, I’m just going to sit in the middle of this field, and hope that.. You think I’m worth it, to join me, and have a conversation. We don’t even have to speak, I’ll be satisfied with your presence.
I’m tired of guessing. Walking through this school, which classroom is teaching your lesson? A church on one corner, a mosque across the street, and random men in white shirts and black slacks chasing me.
I kind of feel like that homeless man, standing outside, holding a sign, asking for change.
But, I’ll be here, in this field. Hoping you think I’m worth it, to join me, to have a conversation. Actually, I’d rather not speak. With just your presence, I’d be satisfied.