Waiting for the drop.

What do you know about looking in all the wrong places and trying to fit into all the wrong spaces? I've been so fixed on the scrawniest of a thing. So incredibly, passionately fixed and have had my eyes set on one little droplet of water. I've been watching it, suspended, for so long. Awaiting the time it will cascade it down into my well. But no dice. When is it coming? Thinking I can make it move. Thinking I can surely draw this one toward me. But maybe it wasn't even a droplet at all. Maybe nothing was there at all.



get free.