Waiting

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I'm laying in the bathtub, hearing the drain suck down the water.

My body gets heavier.

It's too foggy in here to see my own thoughts.

Is it because I'm wearing glasses to shield myself from reality or is it because I can't seem to find myself?

I'm unsure what I'm searching for but i guess I'll find out when the storm rolls past.

I'm young and different from most.

I see beyond thinking point and drown in my own thoughts.

Is this where i want to be or should i keep looking?

I guess I'll never know unless i live a little, but I'm too afraid of what life has to offer me.

I'm not quite sure why.

I guess it's all in my hands, isn't it?

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