what is the purpose of life if not to find happiness or love?
i'd like nothing more than a sign, maybe even a push or a shove.
my therapist says the only thing to do is wait for now, yet she has her whole life drawn,
how long do i have to wait before my fingers start to wove a thick rope for my head to be hung upon?
tick, tick, tick, my rusted, broken alarm clock clouds my mind as i focus on the sounds,
one step after another, i stand on the wooden stool, my mouth opening to count.
"3... 2...—"
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