I’ve been to a few of the meetings, but I’ve never heard anyone say anything I felt. They’ve never talked about that sweet spot. Somewhere in the middle. Where everything they did felt right. Where every song is perfect. Where everything was a good-humoured jib or jab, even if it didn’t seem that way at first.
Even if I’m sure that’s what they started out looking for. At first. Maybe.
I might’ve showed up too soon. Maybe I should have waited. Until I could see the end. The darkness coming. And then repent. Seems like the bottom drops lower, depending.