10/01/2011

In my mind, it grows “late” at about 9:30, and then it’s time to go to bed.  I sleep, sometimes, for a while, and then I get up to do all the things that need to be done.  I wait, I pass the time.

I find my dog almost unceasingly annoying.  And my sister’s boyfriend.  But I wait, and pass the time.  Even though they both never shut up.  Just never stop making noise.

My classes are boring, my job is a joke.  I put no effort into either.  But I wait.

And pass the time.

It’s all right, as long as I don’t think about it, the waiting.  What am I waiting for?

There’s a future out there that I want.  Sometimes I can see it. 

So I wait.