In The Waiting. Line.

I see your face, when you walked across your life. I myself am sitting on the ground, looking for a good reason to not give up.

You didn’t recognized me. Your face, your eyes were looking into the sky, into the faces of other people crossing the street. You didn’t recognized me. I did. But I wasn’t able to say anything. Your beauty and your grace took my breath away. I was surprized by your amazing body. Again. And again.

I saw you. And my knees stopped doing their work. I’m lying on the ground, looking for the sun, which fights again the clouds all day long. Looking for the blue in this scene of greyness. My hand lying on my body. The cold air let me get up surprisingly fast. But I’m not able to go on with my work.

“You’re gone. I’m nothing without you.”, I say to me in one of my loving soliloquy. I love to soliloquize. It helps me and has become some kind of therapy. I’m nothing without you. With or without. I don’t know how I should feel. On the one hand, the lonelyness feels good, but on the other hand, I don’t see any sense in this life.

And so I get back on my feets and begin focusing on my dreams, my thoughts, my life. I’ll wait for you, and you know that. Many months has gone by since our last kiss. My feelings haven’t gone at all. Maybe I can kiss you again. Maybe you’ll love me again. Maybe. If you’re searching me … I’m here. In the waiting line.