I enjoy waiting.
However long it is.
Minutes, hours, days
Even decades.
Maybe because it\'s all I’ve ever known.
Knees flushed to chest,
I sit on the stairs
Never looking away from the door
Because of hopes that I hold for the future.
The sheer curiosity of the future.
Luckily, curiosity kills time
Therefore time is useless when waiting.
Therefore I enjoy it.
All I think of is what’ll happen, right?
Bright smiles and soft giggles
So is my mind while waiting.
But still, I hate waiting.
Maybe because sometimes even often
Hope masks great despair.
And I look hopeless and pathetic
Sitting and waiting in a timeless loop
And I think of how long it takes
For you to come for me.
It rips me apart.
But even so, I scream
Filled with either despair or hope
I scream at the moon.
And the tiny bright stars.
I beg for time to end
So I won’t feel ridiculous for waiting
Because, sometimes I enjoy it.
But most times, I hate it.