Waiting.

I wait.

This is what I do.

I wait.

For the other shoe to drop.

For the yelling.

For the “why couldn’t you’s, why didn’t you’s, why the fuck are you’s?”

Being here was not MY choice.

Being who I am right now?

I honestly don’t know how to answer that.

There’s a bit when you realize you’re bouncing from block to block to block like Qbert and you say to yourself “Why?”