"Read slowly & out loud."
The ambience of this aging cabin is counting every moment for me. The seconds go by with every drop of water that doesn't seize from the shut off faucet.
plop plop plop plop —
The aching noise of the furnace that keeps this place warm. Sometimes with intense pitter patter, taptaptaptap •
or struggling vibrations.
tick tick tick tick •
The bubbling breathing air that breaches through the sink's darkness.
wubwubwubwubwub ~
I wait in this orchestra of disturbed silence, the music doesn't stop, unless I stop breathing.
But, only when I'm motionless,
can I hear the time leaving my body,
as the fridge turns on its cooling.
wwwvvvvmmmmmmmm —
When these things come alive,
I lose a little time.
The white noise that obstructs all patience.
I wait for your call,
to be summoned by you.
A promise that seems to fade away with uncertainty.
The walls are closing in with their bellowing anxiety.
Caught in a moment of your own,
all I do is wait for ours.
Patiently, as if I'll live forever.
The entire world drains me.
There's only one thing that breaks through the cloudy days.
It's you.
I wish it wasn't so..
*ring tone*
To shake someone frozen in time,
the eager check of electronic sensation.
A drop of dopamine that only creates desire for more. A plant that goes days without sunshine, and water, the leaves begin to appear frail and aged, withered and lacking of life in it's thought of futile existence. When the sudden sunshine and watering bring it back to life. Life is dangerous, and hopeless for a plant who only wants very little, but consistency. With a sun that rises everyday, just as you wake, I hope the clouds do not separate us during your passing by. I hope you notice me tucked away beneath the leaves and branches of the trees that stand before me. To hope that your light finds my touch. I hope to grow taller than the rest, taller than all the trees, so that on every sunny day, I'm able to see you, and for you, to see me.
The distance and time it'll take,
is a gamble,
but a risk that I must make.
It's taken me far too long,
to not take a chance on you.
I'd be a complete fool,
if I didn't give you my all.
With your light,
and permission,
I'll be your Giving Tree.
YOU ARE READING
Release
PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
