As I sit here, waiting for someone to text me back, I realize I'm sitting here on this couch waiting for something much more than a response. This something is undefinable. Nothing can describe this urgent gut feeling of waiting for this unknown force. As I continue to sit here, on this couch, I realize this is couch not the entire base of where I sit. I also sit on the rug, the floor, the next 2 floors down , the basement, the cement, the dirt, the entire earth, the stars south of us (Whichever way is south now, I surely don't know), more dead space, and then finally infinity. Everything is spinning, orbiting the other universes. And all these universes are all held, in the protection and care of something! Everything belongs to somebody, right? Right. So we are ALL waiting on this something to tell us WHAT it is exactly we are waiting for! What if this something is actually a somebody? So I not waiting for something but instead, somebody. Who am I waiting for? What does he need me for? Is he even a he? she? it.
If you're out there...
Undefinable creature. Why am I waiting for you? Meet me soon.
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