Waiting...
Waiting for something or someone that might never come,
Waiting for the wait to be done,
Waiting for three, two,
One opportunity to show myself as I really am.
Waiting...
Waiting for fucks to be finally shown,
Waiting for wings to be grown,
So I can fly away, and leave bad memories where they happened.
Waiting...
Waiting for patience, waiting for phone calls,
Waiting for opportunities, while playing love songs,
And working to not work anymore, eating to not eat anymore, sleeping to not sleep anymore,
and waiting everyday more...
suffering to not suffer anymore, hoping not to hope anymore, dreaming not to dream anymore,
And Waiting...
Waiting, for all these wait to be done...
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Andinoh
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Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi3 days ago in Fiction
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