This piece was written while I was sitting in my grandads church during a Wendsday night class. My grandad is a pastor in the town where I live and I go to his church on Wendsday night 'cause, despite his flaws and some of his radical views, he's still an amazing teacher. He speaks with such conviction and grace that it completely enthralls me sometimes.
But I wrote this because I couldn't help but feel like the members of his congregation are watching me or staring me down sometimes, just waiting for me to make a mistake, it's a very unpleasant feeling, and I wrote this piece to help express jus' how I felt when it happened.