I showed up, God.
Maybe I'm early because it doesn't seem like anything is happening yet.
At least, not that I can see.
I'm not even sure why I'm here.
Maybe it's just habit.
Just a little bit of hope.
I don't have much left.
But maybe tomorrow.
I've been here before
in this place with little hope.
It looks familiar.
Or maybe that's a good thing.
Yes, I have been here a time or two.
More often than I'd like to admit.
But I didn't stay.