Chapter 3: Waiting

This is the time when i lay in bed all day to dream up a story, a plan, or a future, Something to keep my sanity for the day. When the soundtrack of my life interfere with my dreams i wake up wishing I can sleep forever.

Waiting by the phone waiting  for a familiar voice to make my day. Sitting in the waiting room, three in a half months left tell I can hear someone call my number. Fingers twiddling, nails biting, and staring at a calendar filled with X's but days are still going by so slow. emptiness is the only thing I feel. All I can do is look at these pictures ,these videos, remember this day. When I look at these pictures I feel bitter. While I'm in someone Else's bed in someone Else's home, Someone else is making plans with my friends, loving my past love ones, playing in the home i grew up in. While life goes by I'll stand still waiting