Time.
We always wait on time.
The anticipation of something we desperately want...
The need of someone, whom we yearn to touch.
Is jumping into it headfirst the best course of action?
What happens when you leave and you're fractured?
If, when, how, why, we're so afraid of the uncertain,
Hope, love, light, laughter, we hide it all behind the doubtful curtain.
I'm sorry if i scare you off...
She's just so tired of waiting...
The anticipation.
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Dichotomy
PoetryThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1
