waiting in vain
hungry for every little thing that you say, i wait ignoring the fact it's getting late by the minute. surfing this website and that, glancing at the prompter at the lower left screen.
but it's another senseless forward from another idle person in the other cubicle.
you asked how i was. and i could only say i'm happy for the three-day weekend. that i'm still here. listening to the eraserheads. is it so hard to believe?
the thread of our conversation is fragile. i read two kids dodging certain words, particular meanings.
and i wait. thinking, there are ways to drown anticipation. but it's no different this time. i lose you in a badly transmitted signal.
if i were to beat the rain, i'd better be moving. an eight-minute walk to the train station. perhaps the sky can hold it that long.
but i must go. think of something else.
but it's another senseless forward from another idle person in the other cubicle.
you asked how i was. and i could only say i'm happy for the three-day weekend. that i'm still here. listening to the eraserheads. is it so hard to believe?
the thread of our conversation is fragile. i read two kids dodging certain words, particular meanings.
and i wait. thinking, there are ways to drown anticipation. but it's no different this time. i lose you in a badly transmitted signal.
if i were to beat the rain, i'd better be moving. an eight-minute walk to the train station. perhaps the sky can hold it that long.
but i must go. think of something else.
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7:07 p. m.
6 comentarios:
perhaps the sky will think of something else;perhaps the boredom will find another manifestation.or perhaps the clock had stopped some where on the way?
think of what it would have been like if strangers had remained strangers.
at least you won't drown under the rain ...
word_smith: now there's a scary thought. what if time does not exist?
jax: ha! beat you to it! :)
trans: hmmmm... there will be no interesting blog entries from us? or interesting coffee pieces.
ennui: who says one can't drown in the rain? i'd be like the chicken who crossed the street and drowned in the rain.
the rain has always waited for you.
the sky waits for no one. the rain waits for no one. but even i find that sometimes hard to believe.
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