Tales of a lost mind.

The waiting room is where we are.
Just chairs beyond chairs beyond chairs.
If you rise from your seat, you'll loose your place in line; never to be regained.
Filled chairs beyond chairs beyond chairs.
I look for something.
Someone.
That one thing that makes the wait worth all the while.
Here it's dull. It's dark and I'm delusional.
You could loose your mind in a place like this.
But for me it's way to easy to get up and walk away.
I'm willing to sit and wait- to get a glimpse at the end of the line.
We all have a place, we all have a time.
But we don't focus on that.
We focus entirely on finding someone to wait with:
To make us happy
To allow us to feel more than just empty
But more times than never- we're hurt
We're shown the door before it's our time.
So that's why I'm not going to let my seat go.
I look out into the window of life and it's cold against my being.
So I will wait my turn.
I'm not going to give everything up
In the hope for an us.
After all- there is no empty chairs.