stop.
stop waiting.
you wait for life to come to you.
you wait for opportunity.
you wait for ideas to come to you.
for everything to just be okay.
stop doing that.
you wait for friday, schoolbooks in your arms.
you wait for summer, ocean mist fogging your mind.
you wait for the last bell to ring as you pack up your bags.
you wait for the faintest of rainbows to show up
after a lightning-storm of a day.
you wait for it all.
you wait for the world’s problems to be solved.
you wait at home, a popcorn bowl
upon your lap as you watch the world burn.
the world is dying and you can help.
stop saying you can’t when you can.
everything is going to hell.
every. little. thing.
you wait for them to say “i love you”
you wait for them to hold your hand.
what happens when there’s nothing left
for you to wait for?
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