I write

I wait.

The silence.. the soundless rise and fall of my chest. 

I am disturbed with life. Angry at pain. Desperate for youth. Riddled with fatigue.

Encumbered by the weight of circumstance. 

I want to encourage, enlighten. 

But…there has not been a word uttered between us. 

Just the silence of passing time. The beauty of a dark, starlit night and the worries of this wounded world. 

I wait.



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