I sit and wait.
I don’t know.
All I know is that I feel hollow and lonely in a crowded room.
All I want to do is scream.
Scream because I’m tired of waiting.
Waiting for something or someone I don’t know about.
I don’t know why I’m waiting, but I am.
I’m starting to grow more and more impatient as the years pass by.
I don’t know if it’s something I need or someone I want.
Yet I still sit here, waiting for the unknown to occur.
2010 (c) Jennifer Gioia