Waiting… in OD

May not be 100% autobiographical.

OK. It is.

I wait.

That’s what I do.

I sit and watch and wait.

I watch films and read books.

And wait.

That’s all I can do. It’s as if I’m stuck in limbo. Which is a nightmare.

I’ve tried everything. Meditation. Listening to music. Drunken nights out. Banging my head against a brick wall.

(OK then, maybe not everything.)

And still I wait.

And it’s killing me. Absolutely killing me.

I hate this. I fucking hate this. I can do this. I know I can.

The restlessness I can live with. The sleeplessness slightly less so.

But this?

Why can’t I just nnrgh?

I know what I want to say. I’m just having problems saying it.

Writers block sucks.