Drip drip drip goes the faucet that needs fixing. The faucet inside my chest, inside my being, inside my bones, inside my heart.
Tick tick tick goes the clock that’s just too loud. The clock inside my head, inside my nervous system, inside my veins, inside my blood.
What are we waiting for? Sometimes it's for the truth to rise with the sun. Sometimes it's for answers to be brought through the vibrating rings of a phone. At times, it's for an embracing hug of a return. And sometimes it's for the sounds and the world to stop spinning.
Twirl. Paper. Twirl. Death. Spin. Helping others. Turn. Work. Keep going. No sleep. Adrenaline. Mixed emotions. Anxiety. Attack. Lay low. Tense. Let someone cry on your shoulder. Cry on the shoulder of a confidante. Yell. Bite words. Spin. Twirl. Turn.
Stop.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Through this cacophonous storm you stay strong. You hold your head high. Patience for the next event to come. Patience for the unknown.
One day….one day the wait might be worth it. Or the wait may be a waste of energy.
If Ed Hardy says love kills slowly; if the phrase is curiosity kills; if secrets don’t make friends. Take me and try to kill my stance. Take me and avoid me like you already are. Or take me as you said you would steal me away.
Take me as I am because a rock will always wait for the sun to peek over the mountain even if a war rages around it.
Drip drip drip.
Tick
Tick
….tock
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