i remember a time where my parents always told me to wait two seconds. it was never two seconds of course; it was always like waiting two minutes,
two hours,
two weeks,
two years.
i almost never waited for an answer from my father when i asked to stay at a friend's house or to go walking down 5th & main. but i would always wait for the people to turn the corner before speeding off down the street like a silly child's game.
& i have almost zero friends only because i wait for someone to ask me my name or ask about my opinions on global warming first. & i know that is really bad to expect someone else to make the first move. but waiting is the only thing i have ever been taught. & i am a very patient person.
i feel as though i am waiting for something in this life. like somewhere at the end of this fun-house-mirror- hallway is not just the inevitable. something is left at my door & it's not just as simple as heaven or hell. not an afterlife or rebirth. but maybe at the end of this kaleidescope home is someone waiting for me.
& i will sit & wait,
patiently.
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Fragmentation
PuisiFragmentation// the process or state of breaking or being broken into small or separate parts. ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× It's hard for me to complete my poems. And I finally decided to share some of my poetry with strangers. These...
