"...I've been waiting a long time
to fall down
on my knees..."
...In my own
time, my own
space and on my own
terms. I feel
so selfish for
wanting it,
needing it, but soon it will have to be
reality, lest I lose my essence
amidst the confusion and the upkeep. I don't really mind
the helping. It satisifies me to know that I can and am making lives a little easier.
"...I'm here all alone with my
feet on the ground
and my face in the air,
waiting for life to begin..."
...
Waiting,
waiting,
waiting. The word is beginning to grate on my nerves. I hear it constantly, everywhere I turn. I wish i could strike it from the
English language. The only thing worse than hearing it, of course, is living in its shadow. It sits on my chest, heavy, pushing the air from my body and the optimism from
my spirit. t is always with me in the form of this
low grade headache that I can never quite get rid of, reminding me that it is ever right behind me,
encroaching upon me and preventing me from doing any of the things I want,
need, am
begging to do.
-
L.A.S.