Friday, November 30, 2012

Waiting. Is That My Bus?

Why this one? What am I waiting for? How much longer? Friends are wary of being caught with me. It's worse if there's alcohol. Obsessive? That won't do. Every time I think that I have it figured out, at least a little, it takes a sharp turn in my head and runs a couple of red lights and stop signs in my heart.

Always thought I was stronger than this. What's worse is that I never knew that I was crazy. Oh, I knew that all my pals thought so but I just thought that they were tuned into a different station.

Yeah, I wait. Only because I can't seem to find an option. She tried to make it easy. Not for my sake. That's just the way she does it. What time is it now?

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