“Go to all the big balls but stay for the nuts.”
My socially awkward definement of guts.
There’s a few things that’ll get me out the door.
Chief among them the hope of finding one more.
One who wants to be there even less than me.
Someone who’ll take my hand &, together, flee.
Someone who will make being out alone safe.
A buffer for all the social norms that chafe.
Until I find them, I must force myself out.
Lean on my hope & try forgetting my doubt.
L.B.Stowe 