Time. Ahh, time.

Waiting for things to come
Waiting for days and minutes and hours.
Sometimes I feel like my whole life is waiting.
Waiting for the bus,
waiting for class,
waiting for a reply,
waiting for my appetite to come back,
waiting for sleep,
waiting for my emotions to settle
waiting for you
waiting for me.
One would think that all of my busyness would fill up this empty time spent waiting.
It doesn't.
And so I wait.
For rest
For summer
For you
and for me.

I don't even know what normal feels like anymore.