I am restless.
I am a ticking bomb, waiting to collapse into myself.
There is so much of the waiting. The days stretch on
and I can feel the restlessness so deep within my bones
that at times I am afraid to move.
Afraid that I might dissolve into nothingness.
All this waiting, waiting for others lives to align
so that mine can begin.
You see, I was not made to wait. I was made to run,
and to have my knees deep in everything I want to
put my name on. I need to be one with the clouds,
touch the land, and meet all the people I can meet
in this lifetime because their stories are what I seek.
But I am here, waiting.
The truth is, I want to shake the very earth, and I want
them to hear my words. But I know I'm not saying the
right things. Not yet. Not like this. Not with the life
slowly ticking out of me while I wait.