Description
The waiting room is where we are. Just chairs beyond chairs beyond chairs. If you rise from your seat, you'll loose your place in line; never to be regained. Filled chairs beyond chairs beyond chairs. I look for something. Someone. That one thing that makes the wait worth all the while. Here it's dull. It's dark and I'm delusional. You could loose your mind in a place like this. But for me it's way to easy to get up and walk away. I'm willing to sit and wait- to get a glimpse at the end of the line. We all have a place, we all have a time. But we don't focus on that. We focus entirely on finding someone to wait with: To make us happy To allow us to feel more than just empty But more times than never- we're hurt We're shown the door before it's our time. So that's why I'm not going to let my seat go. I look out into the window of life and it's cold against my being. So I will wait my turn. I'm not going to give everything up In the hope for an us. After all- there is no empty chairs.
The waiting room.
