patiently waiting for something to happen.
sometimes
i get upset,
because i realize that
i dont let anyone get close,
and i push away everyone who does.
today i want to sit and smoke cigarettes and talk for hours
with you and you and you and you,
and you all know who you are.
but my tonsils are infected,
and i have 4 more sections of math homework,
and i probably dont have anything interesting to say anyway.
sometimes michelangelo would leave his sculptures unfinished. big blocks of marble half done. you can see body parts or the side of a face trying to emerge and it looks as though there are souls stuck inside. my new years resolution was to finish everything i start. but what if the ending is unfinished?
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