Forgive Me

En route to work yesterday I saw a man that slowed time and sounded music in my head. He was tall, with dark eyes and an exceptionally trimmed beard. He wore all black except for a little square of white a the center of his neck...Yeah, that's right, I was checking out a priest. ...and as I gazed into his eyes and he blankly scanned my general vicinity while holding a, most likely a highly spiritual, convo on his cell, I think we both understood what he had to offer Chelsea

1 comment:

Jeannie said...

you're going to hell.
and thanks for posting that song.