This week's thoughts, brought to you in poem form (also here):
Good things, good things.
“Wait.”
They say,
“Be patient.”
Good things come to those who wait.
But how long do I wait before it’s foolish?
delusional?
not. gonna. happen?
Who makes the rules?
Who says “Enough!
Stop.
This person has had enough.
Stop with the torture
before the bad things outweigh the good...
And waiting on a promise of something better maybe
is too much
or too little”?
What if the good things are not what I want after all?
What if I’m scared
to find out that I don’t actually want what I thought I wanted
and I don’t know what I want
and I don’t know that I don’t know
or what I want.
What if that’s all I am:
An almost,
a nearly,
a not-quite-there,
a half-fulfilled reminder of something that could have been so great!
What if this is everything?
Is that okay?
