WAITING TO ARRIVE (D A D G A D)
I am not waiting to arrive. I am only wading through the rocks. I am not telling you to stop.
He is taking me by the hand. I can hardly see past his head. Each moment is thicker than the last.
Each night is darker than the one before. Each morning is brighter than I ever thought it could be.
Everyone has everything worked out.
No one ever needs to ask for help.
I am not waiting to depart. I can see clearly in the dark. I can see the world stretching apart.
I can feel myself tearing in half. Every single hair crying out. Tiny little pieces in the wind.
Each night is darker than the one before. Each morning is brighter than I ever thought it could be.
I don’t have anything worked. But I know I am closer than before.
I have to believe I am closer than before.
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