My journal part 3 // pat

Its been two weeks
and i've grown a beard
i laughed when i saw my reflection
it feels so weird

i've torn up old shirts of mine
and i made them into curtains
even under a bridge you need privacy
thats for certain

theres usually people jogging by
but they dont bother me
one lady actually waved
and left me some money

i thought what a nice lady
and on her way back
i asked her what her name was
and she said "pat"

shes the sweetest lady i've ever met
shes become my newest friend
she enjoyed the story of my life
but told me she didnt like how it ends

i told her its not ending for me
this is a new beginning
this is the game of life
and im winning

i told her i once thought god was mad
but i found out this was just part of his plan
i used to be a boy living at home
but now i've become a man

pat was an older lady
but she understood me well
she listened to what i had to say
and cared about me, i could tell

that night i cooked soup
and had the best sleep ever
dreamt of greater things
and being happy forever