I wait patiently for the future, but the future never quite gets here. When I think the future is close, its suddenly further away than ever. I see it in my head, but I can’t get my fingers into my brain to drag it out.
My skin wrinkles whilst I wait for the future to come. I wait on a bench, I put cookies and milk out for it. I scream for it. I make blood rituals for it. Sometimes Gods and drunks approach me, but never the future.
Maybe I should just give up on the future, you can only wait so long.