Analyzations

Been analyzing myself lately. What kind of friend am I? What will I be like in 20 years? Do I eat my soup too quickly?

Something about my personality is prone to self-examine, which doesn't make sense because I rarely come to a hard and fast conclusion. Life isn't black and white and neither am I. I'm a whitish peach.

I go in circles about things until I talk to God.

I ask Him, "Who am I? What should the world be like? Why don't you save the nicest, funniest people, instead of traitorous messes like me?"

Usually the answer I get back is, "I am God."

And you know what? He is, and that's what matters.