this morning #1146.

this morning, i mean…c’mon. this is taking far too long. i’m out here on the side of the road, far too exposed, standing on a corner tugging at my sleeves, pulling up my jeans, pacing off & on as the traffic flashes past. right now, i’m the face of impatience. it makes no sense. it’s not as if i’ve got anywhere to be. not at all. my schedule’s completely free. he said he’d meet me here though so here i am. that’s the plan. damn this blistered city with its long list of shifty misfits. he’s high on that list. somehow though, he still has a hold of my heart, control over most of my thoughts. with each day, i think i’m shrinking. more & more. maybe not. actually, now that i think about it, i’m not sure what i think.