I am waiting.
Can it be time?
No, it is not time, I must wait longer.
I have been waiting for years upon years.
I am no longer sure what to do.
All I have left are my thoughts.
Such lonely thoughts.
Sometimes they speak to me, those thoughts. I know because I can hear them. The voices in my head. But they never tell me just what they mean.
I wish they would speak clearly, those little thoughts. Those betrayers, those worms. They tell me to have hope one moment, and that I am forgotten the next.
Stupid thoughts. I want them out of my head!
But no, I must wait with them. They are my only company in this void of waiting. This vacuum of wanting.
I must wait longer. Wait for someone to open the door and invite me to leave. To leave these thoughts behind.
Soon.