things

I've lived in three houses since December
I've become distant and reclusive even to the ones i love

I've turned to momentary relief through purposeful ignorance. usually one bottle per night

i don't even see this as a cry for help

i always have the option of silence

I'm stubbornly patient
and I'll wait for anyone if they ask me to
even if it kills me
I'll even wait if I'm not asked

the pitiable problem is that i might also be waiting for myself

i doubt I'll come around any time soon