Life is full of it. Waiting for the bathroom. Waiting for the food to be done. Waiting to love. Waiting to live.
Waiting..
I'm tired of waiting.
Waiting for my turn.
Waiting for my life.
Waiting for my love.
I'm done waiting.
The overly obnoxious space of time that eats at the very fiber of my weakening frame. Waiting. It brings me no good.
I wait.
For what?
Something to happen? Waiting for some one to return? Only to realize I was forgotten.
Am I really not that important? Thoughts of insignificance troll my mind endlessly. Ferociously.
Submission Name: Waiting...
