Waiting in Just Stuff
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- Oct. 16, 2016, 11:23 p.m.
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Once I sat in my gloomy, gray existence- waiting- for someone to throw a stone that would shatter my shell of loneliness and insecurity- - - Anticipating.
With the smoldering of hope within my brain- I waited for the crash that never came. And then I cursed the eyes that saw the stone.
For it was in my hand.
© 1998 by Rick Ogden
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