poeticnook

and it's the waiting that kills me.
eyes weary, mind blank, nothing matters
but the stream of music roaring from
my mp3.

and it goes on, two hours and counting.
surprising how one tuesday night could
feel like a week that never ends.

time freezes like ice when you're bored
reading letters over and over, finding
meaning for words lost a long time in
the past.

the dreaming starts; in between fits of
wakefulness and watching; and waiting,
yes the waiting..

that never ends..