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October 07, 2013

Time to Kill

All my life, I've felt like I've been killing time, waiting for something to happen.

Waiting to be older.

Waiting for class to end.
Waiting for my grounding to end. I was always grounded.

Waiting for my father to come home.
Waiting to leave home.

Waiting to be loved.

Waiting to work.

Waiting for happy hour to start. Waiting for the sun to go down. Waiting for bedtime. Waiting for my nails to grow back after tearing them apart. Waiting for the phone to ring.

Waiting for the show to start.

Waiting for the red light to change. Waiting for the bus. Or a train, plane, or any ride to take me someplace else.


All these things I do, I'm just killing time until I've got something actually important to do.

Either that, or in the absence of meaning, I'm just killing time before I die.

Aren't we all?

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