i'm sitting alone in the car before church. i'm listening to music, or scrolling through my photos, or catching up on work, and waiting for it to be five minutes until service starts to go inside.
a car pulls in next to me. i become still, hoping they don't notice me as they come out of their cars and make their way inside. it's a friend, but i don't get out to walk in with them. i watch them and think about what conversation i could have with them later.
i undo my seatbelt. it was keeping my warm, but i suppose there's no point doing it again. i wonder what i'm doing with my life.
i like being here. there's people i love spending time with. i'm happy to use my mornings here and go inside, out of the car and with everyone else. but i wait inside the car, waiting for a little longer to meet them.
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gold-tinted glasses
Poetrythe sky spills open and the flowers gleam gold, and looking up at the sunlight i see it all written clear as day in the trees a diary romanticising coming of age, relationships, heartbreak and love again
