daydream

I’m not avoiding it.
I’m waiting
for it to feel official.

A deadline.
A symptom.
A tone shift.

Something to say,
now counts.

But I’m a dreamer,
I tell myself.

I’m a creative.
A visionary.
I need time,
I remind myself.

So I watch.
I wait.

Calling it patience,
calling it process,
while life
very politely
keeps moving.

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