Don't tell
anyone, but my heart is waiting, it's spinning and riding on waves of waiting.
Waiting, waiting, waiting. And all for something that may never come. Some
dream that someone else is living, living out in movie reels in my head.
Sometimes when I'm sure I can't wait any longer, I do. And then I just give up,
I forget why I'm waiting. I forget why I'm holding out, and I'm sure that if
anyone tried to ask me, I'd say yes.
I'd say yes
in a heartbeat.
But no one
ever looks me in the eye, or takes me by the hand, or ever means anything. They
just pass me by, talking to me about their own waiting, for their own dreams to
come true. Everyone seems to be holding out for someone who doesn't see them,
for someone they're sure is there but they've never met. Where does all this
hope come from? Definitely not from our cores, because more often than not,
we're empty and alone and pointless.
There is
love in the air, isn't there? It's a disease, that's what it is. It's airborne.
It's in the water, it's in the wind, it's in everything we eat. It's in every
handshake, every bowl of mixed nuts, every rim of every glass at every
restaurant we've ever been. It enters and it never leaves, it comes in with all
this wanting and all this alrightness and it sucks all our potential out
and puts it on display, hoping that someone will notice how truly ill we are.
And this
someone, they're sick too. But this love, this love will delude us into
thinking that this person is the most amazing thing to ever grace the face of
the earth. We might not even see the symptoms at first, we won't see their
flaws, we'll just embrace them. We will miss them. We will crave them, because
love has made us incapable of doing otherwise. It will drain us until we have
nothing but disease.
Don't tell
anyone, but they're all waiting, all waiting for something amazing to happen,
to ride in like a tsunami and wake them from them from their numb slumber.
They're all waiting for something grand. Because we've all got love, and those
who say they don't are on some pretty heavy medication, for them not to feel
the alone it induces. It makes us so aware. This is how it's all going to end.
This is the next great plague. It will leave the entire population wishing
wanting and searching. And in all this confusion, no one will find anyone; and
hearts will conclude.
; nothing
collides, this is it.
