i'm always waiting.
i'm always waiting on my life to mean something. i'm waiting for the day i'll start living instead of simply existing.
i'm waiting to feel something.
i'm waiting to feel goosebumps on my skin from a cold wind. i'm waiting for the feeling of blood rushing to my cheeks because of a special someone. i'm waiting to feel the excitement of getting to see an old friend in person.
i'm waiting for something, anything.
it can be a touch, a painting, or even a song. i just need something.
i'm waiting.
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exhale
Poetry"can i exhale for a minute? can i get this out in the open?" a collection of feelings molded into mediocre poems
