Picking Up the Pieces

So here I am once again, blogosphere. Instead of pretending that I'm some prolific writer, I am going to just try and update with little things: fleeting moments and memories from my every day life. When I'm feeling particularly brave or inspired, I might even post a poem. Expect artistic expressions, a lot of rambling, and probably nothing particularly interesting.. I mean, it IS *my* life we're talking about here, people.



Waiting

We're sitting here, waiting,
Two waves on the lonely sea
Waiting for you...
Waiting for me...
Waiting for the us
That could have been but never was.
I can see your wave,
From the balcony of my cheap motel room,
And you crash
Against the jagged rocks below...
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
A million pieces scattered,
Never whole.