Luna Llena

Every day I wake up and I think, today will be the day. This is the day the silence will end. I will produce. I will hear the voice of my future.  I will be whole. I wait. Drink my coffee and wait. Feel the heat of an(other)'s body beneath me and wait. Dream of my new city, my new home and wait. My empty notebook cavernous like the history of my blood, overwhelming me with its depth and lack. The shriek of my desire echoing off these walls, permeating the silence with the delicious taint of possibility. And I wait. You better believe I'll wait.