Once more with feeling.

I'm waiting.

Again.

It seems that I return to this status of waiting quite often.

Waiting for it to roll around for time for work. Waiting for it to be time to go home. Waiting for the hole in my chest to close up again. Waiting for this happiness that I get occasional glimpses of to visit my life and stay there. Waiting for the sake of waiting. Just...waiting..

I'm waiting for a phone call today. I'm waiting to hear what they have to say. Waiting for verification that I have managed to hurt someone else in my life.

Hoping that they do not hate me. Hoping that they understand. Hoping that we can still be friends.

Waiting for hope.

Waiting for the future.

Waiting for happiness.

Waiting for the time to come when my heart isn't so much in danger of hurting.

Waiting for my birthday.

Waiting for a time when I'm not waiting anymore.