Walking and Talking With Nonsense Pouring Out...

There, in that tiny room I am supposed to find salvation. Surrounded by strangers who turn their eager hungry faces towards mine.

Is this where I'll find it? Humility, forgiveness, and peace? Under flickering florescent lights that make hollows where there were none in my eye sockets?

Sucking my tongue, I recount my evils. Tapping my nails, I avert my eyes. I have a shiny metal disc again. They collect and clink together in my wallet.

Does it even mean anything?