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We Are The Ones Who Wait

We are the ones who wait for you to spill ink across a bleached surface with black fingertips tapping out a rhythm on a wooden surface tilted upward. When you find that courage and print the tiny letters – so insignificant, yet leaving such an everlasting impression – visions of time fade and you are left with spinning clocks and compasses; your voyage unknown.

We are the ones who wait for you to learn audacity from us and be brave for us as we race to end those who threaten the harmony. And whether we be holograms, humans, werewolves, or angels, we are one in the waiting room as we stare up at you with expectant glittering eyes. Yet you shut the drawer on us, locking us away, letting the dust fall like ashes upon our surface that lies untouched.

We are the ones who wait for you to water the seed you stowed away when it did not grow into the roaring pine that you so desired. How could you expect any more from us? Sometimes it is the weeping willow that deserves the most comfort. You expel strength from your chest cavity and your eyes glow like solar systems and faraway milky ways. You know everything about us, yet we know so little about you.

We are the ones who wait for you to lead us out of the dark so we may never be alone again. You teach us to run like colts in a meadow rearing into stallions of the wind. We place our trust in your calloused hands and kneel to pray to something we do not understand. We beg for happy endings and bravado as the keys clip and the melodies waver. Our hearts hitch, our breath quakes. With your kindness we will never falter. With your love we will never be the same.

We are the ones who wait for you to mold us, to create something fresh from the clouds that nuzzle the pale blues of Eos’ domain. We breathe deep and even on the blood battlefields before the final fight. We sometimes ponder if we put too much faith in you to lead us out, when you have questioned your ability to summon us forward in the past. You have abandoned us before. Still those are the days that we recall your return ere the rising of the crimson dawn, and so we place our faith in you, because you have deemed yourself worthy to lead any army with your own soul light that may not be as dim as you suppose.

We are the ones who wait for you with open objectives and loose story ends like cut ribbons, but we will never stop waiting for you to finish our tales. We rely on you to make us known. And we will not disbelieve your abilities for any crease in time.

Description
We Are The Ones Who Wait

We are the ones who wait for you to spill ink across a bleached surface with black fingertips tapping out a rhythm on a wooden surface tilted upward. When you find that courage and print the tiny letters – so insignificant, yet leaving such an everlasting impression – visions of time fade and you are left with spinning clocks and compasses; your voyage unknown.

We are the ones who wait for you to learn audacity from us and be brave for us as we race to end those who threaten the harmony. And whether we be holograms, humans, werewolves, or angels, we are one in the waiting room as we stare up at you with expectant glittering eyes. Yet you shut the drawer on us, locking us away, letting the dust fall like ashes upon our surface that lies untouched.

We are the ones who wait for you to water the seed you stowed away when it did not grow into the roaring pine that you so desired. How could you expect any more from us? Sometimes it is the weeping willow that deserves the most comfort. You expel strength from your chest cavity and your eyes glow like solar systems and faraway milky ways. You know everything about us, yet we know so little about you.

We are the ones who wait for you to lead us out of the dark so we may never be alone again. You teach us to run like colts in a meadow rearing into stallions of the wind. We place our trust in your calloused hands and kneel to pray to something we do not understand. We beg for happy endings and bravado as the keys clip and the melodies waver. Our hearts hitch, our breath quakes. With your kindness we will never falter. With your love we will never be the same.

We are the ones who wait for you to mold us, to create something fresh from the clouds that nuzzle the pale blues of Eos’ domain. We breathe deep and even on the blood battlefields before the final fight. We sometimes ponder if we put too much faith in you to lead us out, when you have questioned your ability to summon us forward in the past. You have abandoned us before. Still those are the days that we recall your return ere the rising of the crimson dawn, and so we place our faith in you, because you have deemed yourself worthy to lead any army with your own soul light that may not be as dim as you suppose.

We are the ones who wait for you with open objectives and loose story ends like cut ribbons, but we will never stop waiting for you to finish our tales. We rely on you to make us known. And we will not disbelieve your abilities for any crease in time.