She sat there talking to another guy some black guy by the looks of it. They were both smiling, happily talking about some long dead relative. Civil war. Funny, I suppose, the poetry.
He got called and then he left.
So now I'm stuck eye to eye with the softest blue pair I've ever seen. Those blue sapphires surrounded by the wrinkles of wisdom. She spoke Simply enough. A deep southern drawl.
All it took was a hello and the conversation spread itself like paint on an aisle.
I blurted out my problems. Acute-psychosis. I was still oblivious to the idea I was bi-polar. Which sounds so much softer than the fake diagnosis I was originally given.
So we talked. And her voice was like honey. Then we got onto the topic of church. Just find one she says.
But why bother when everyone has been praying for me this whole time.
Today I felt normal. And feeling normal is the best feeling sometimes.
