Killing Time

Why do I
find the
wait so
hard?

Is it
ego?

Is it
pride?

Or is it
because
I need you
to prove

That I’m not
completely
dead
inside?

The Looking Glass

Looking at you
Looking at me

I wonder how
far into
my soul
you can
really see

Looking at me
Looking at you

I wonder
if I’ll ever
believe
what you
say is true

Camping

The warmth of the sun on your face,

The anticipation of a road trip with friends,

The promise of tall tales around the campfire.

It’s the little things that bring the most joy.

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