simple

I lean out the car window during the thunderstorm, hoping something will hit me.

I fall out of second-story windows.

I drive fast.

I walk under ladders.

I cross paths with black cats.

I break mirrors.

I spill salt.

I hope something will happen to me.

I open my journal and stare at the page.

I scribble words until it looks like something that could fill my empty spaces.

I speak until someone listens.

I scream at the top of my lungs.

I cry in public.

I don’t text back fast enough.

I smile and laugh through the pain.

I wait.

I wait for someone else to speak.

I wait for my cue.

I wait to be happy.

I wait for my friends to smile before I laugh at the joke.

I wait for the mail.

I wait for my cat to come back.

I wait for a phone call.

I wait until the last minute, then decide to try again next time.

I wait for the bus.

I wait to fall in love.

I wait for inspiration to strike.

I wait for him to catch up, sometimes.

I wait for someone else to jump off the bridge before I follow suit.

I don’t know.

I don’t know him!

I am a mystery.

I am incomprehensible even to myself.

I am unhappy.

I am simple.

I am going away.

I am lonely.

I am a selfish kind of person.

I am not the kind of person who has things under control, even if I act like I am.

I am trying.

I am not trying my best.

I am.

I am not.

I don’t know what to think

I think I am a good person.

I think I know who is good and who is bad.

I think that my pets are better than other people’s pets.

I think I am good at judging character.

I think I should be a better friend.

I think my friends will make better friends.

I think my plants will die soon.

I think I am over-watering them.

I think I will never finish reading this book.

I think I am right more often than I really am.

I think, therefore,

I lean out the car window during the thunderstorm.