Just what am I waiting for?
Am I that afraid?
I’m stuck, I must be. Otherwise I would have already started what comes next.
I would have already taken that leap.
Landing god knows where.
Not here, that’s for sure.
My days are numbered, as everyone’s are.
Yet here I am, spending them like I’ve a million others to spend.
I don’t.
This new year awaits me, churning forward relentlessly.
More x’s on the calendar, as I try to gage when best to let go.
Putting in that last day of work, to go live while life’s still worth living.
Then I’ll be a miser with my days, hoarding them like Zagnuts.
Savoring every bite, every breath. Every sunrise and set.
Wherever it may be.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
Stuck in Place
Amy whistled as she walked through her front yard, looking for any sticks she could pick up and throw into the pile she and her brother were making. They had a big windstorm recently; as such, all the trees in their yard had suffered some damage in some loss of sticks. Or perhaps losing those sticks was a good thing since their trees probably needed to be pruned anyway. Amy wasn't sure.
By Rebecca Patton5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Really getting ready ,huh.? I am going to hate to see you leave,but so happy to see you go..🥰🥰👄👩🦰👩🦰🙋♀️