Not Quite

Yes, I do. Believe it or not, I truly do. I may not admit it most of the time, and I would never yell it out, but when it comes down to it, I do. And I'm not afraid or ashamed of that.

I may not do it the way most others do. I don't flaunt it. I lower my eyes when it is brought up in conversation. If asked directly, I'll usually even tiptoe around it and make it appear as though I denied it entirely.

Where I could tell stories of it to all my friends, I rather whisper it in confidence to a select few. Where I could write of it in plain and simple terms, I rather explain it in metaphors and raise questions of what I speak of to begin with.

I do it quietly. I do it gently. I don't presume. I don't impose.

I don't know why I do. I don't know how it started or precisely what triggered it, nor do I understand why it still holds true today. But it's okay. Somehow, I'm fine with the fact that it doesn't all make sense. In some strange way, I can accept that it's not perfect, nor does it conform to any reasonable pattern.

What matters most right now is that it works. The pieces fit. They don't fit the way they were designed to, I don't think, and they don't give what I expected them to. In the end though, that's part of life.

And that's why I still do what I do. I do it because right now, it's right for me. How long it will remain that way, I couldn't say. But what matters is that in this given moment, it's right for me to do what I am. I know that and it works for me.

As for what it is that I do...that's for me to know and you to ponder.
Believe me, I'm not about to say.