an indulgence in insecurity.
Its cold outside.
Hands shivering, eyes quivering..
with anticipation.
Is that you?
Are you here?
I cup the sound to my ear..
The breeze plays with my hair...
Wishing it was your fingers...
am i forcing myself to write for him?
what are the words that I want to say?
I want to say I'm scared
Am I waiting for someone who isn't coming?
The fear.. I feel.. abandoment
..the desperation
the curiosity
burning like a fire inside.. it should have warmed me tonight...
Baby please come home
I promise..anything to ease the pain, i live so panic-prone..
come home..
I'm waiting for you outside.. It's so cold.. my eyes full of starlight..
iktsuarpok..
Iktsuarpok: The feeling of anticipation that leads you to keep looking outside to see if anyone is coming
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