The Waiting Game
You fill up the parchment and seal it with a stamp
The bottle is cast into the ocean like abyss.
Has it been recieved?
Everything is there, or so you hope.
Purpose, dreams, history, future complete the content.
The anxiety can take your breath away.
Yearning for any response you covet affirmation
It is nothing more than your future
Your love, your passion.
Checking the mail again does not produce results.
Think about something else...
I should have said this,
Mentioned the other thing.
When will you hear back?
Will it be the response you are looking for?
Check the mail again.
You must have said the wrong thing.
There is someone else
Can I just have a response?