2004-04-19 - 11:55 a.m.

For this silence, for this waiting to hear you, to speak to you, to know that it will be all right, that it will be okay, that things will go on, I sit here, thinking I should wait yet another thirty minutes. Questions I want to ask, I want to be asked, the answers are irrelevant as long as you will see me again. Or perhaps you doing the same, are you waiting to call me or for my call?

Replacement of what I want to do right now with something else entirely, afraid of the timing, afraid of my cynicism, my pessimism.

Printer of thoughts and feelings, my mind holds its fingers back, not knowing, not sure, not knowing. Paper with one incomplete sentence, the completion after the comma, the wholeness of an action, a statement instead of caught in this limbo in between a sentence.

Please have faith in me, believe in me, and more importantly, please have faith in yourself, believe in yourself as well.

Come see me again, come talk to me again, come listen to me again.

To here, I hold, no try to hold unto some sort of frozen moment that does not exist, like pausing a video or a game, except I cannot hold back time or the clock's slow thin fingers.

Enrollment of my courage, I look at it in rank and file, the numbers are so few, and I hope these few have strength.

Services I could offer, I do not need to have any prequisites or requirements except that you will continue to listen to me, talk to me, be with me, to lean on me and let me lean on you.

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