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Literary: The Art of Waiting

5/26/2018 09:02:00 PM Media Center 0 Comments

How can a prosaic action
Be so poetic?
How can the simplest of acts
Mean more than what it seems to be?

It takes a second to pronounce the word
But sometimes it takes forever to actually do it.
To wait is not just what it means
But it is an art produced by reason.

It’s when the sun rises in the east
And slowly makes its way to the west
Does it for 12 hours a day
As it sees the same things every time.

It’s the anxiousness
That builds up inside of you
As the “seen” indicator appeared
And “… is typing” quickly came up

It’s the confession
That is so unsure
Not knowing
What is to be said

It’s the readiness
The promise
That you’d still be there
Until the end

It’s the unrequited love
But you still stayed
Clueless
But done out of feeling

It’s you
It has always been
It still is
And it will always be you.

It’s the detail
in everything you do,
all the complicated strokes
within the details of a simple action.