StaresMature

I stare blankly at my screen.

Waiting.

Just waiting.

For?

Anything.

Drama? Nah, too complicated.

Lies? Psh, no way.

The truth? That'd be nice, but I doubt it will happen.

For you to get online? Yes.

For me to embrace my fears? I think I have. Maybe?

For people to see and not look? It might happen. Eventually.

To say what I've always wanted? I will. One day.

So, I just sit here.

Waiting.

Hoping.

Wishing.

The End

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