shards of glass stand still as i walk into them to recieve punctures.

i'm positive that i'm going to die in a destructive way.

self destruct, or an automobile accident,

but the point of this is that i'm confessing that i'm trying to live my life

the way i should.

i am trying to find happiness,

and dont get me wrong, i've had those moments

where everything else around me stops just so i can take that breath

and realize i am happy and that a smile isnt going to kill me.

being patient is probably the only thing i am good at now.

i've been patient for far too long, and i know alot longer wont hurt.

hopefully i become numb within that period of even longer, uncalled for waiting.

i. am. waiting.