• Median

    by  • February 4, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Thoughts, Waxing Poetic • 2 Comments

    Caught in the middle of day and night; forced to wait on a shadowy figure. I hear your voice yet your face is absent, all but confirming what I presume to know. Elusive and fleeting, my composure seeks a wintry climate to avoid overheating. Thank God for the patience to outlast these tiring intervals until again I hear your voice! I know you’re there and that you have heard me. This window is small but not impossibly so. I have made my move for the opening; now I must wait to see if I am going to clear the space or ram into the wall.

    It all comes back to the wait; until then, I am caught in the middle.

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    2 Responses to Median

    1. daniel
      February 5, 2012 at 1:21 pm

      -C-, if that is you, make it to the window and jump. We’re all here to catch you.


    2. N
      February 5, 2012 at 1:43 pm

      Wrong kind of window…



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