Description: ...I don't even like geology, why the hell am I writing poetry about the carbon cycle? (not really about the carbon cycle, but with an aspect of it yeah whatever you get it).
This is about love of any type. The full title may be 'Waiting for when Solitude Spontaneously Gives Birth'
I love your work... I feel like I read something from you of the same title, though... or maybe it was a different poet...
Anyways, we all are waiting for that, I think. Well I'll say lots of people I know, then, hehe. Each expectantly waiting for our own Big Bang to happen... (hehe, not in that way =P) But, we wait for something to shock and open up a new world for us. Pull us from our own I guess... or else make ours bigger and brighter...
Ah, I ramble... I love the last two lines the best...