As a Cynic Considers Poster

She waits patiently as I casually drive myself a little crazier. Anxiously idle I’ll continue to waste her time drawing no conclusions. I know it frustrates her, but I’ll ask her to stay as a lack of anything better to do. When morning comes, she’ll see I’m frantic in my own mind, tick-tocking the hours away as a cynic considers. So I’ll try to be honest when I tell her these things never have a way of working themselves out. Only, she simply smiles when I say I’m sorry, With tears in her eyes she grabs my hand when I say I don’t understand. I know she wants leave when I retreat to that self-loathing little place in my head. Aging will be a slow decay and we came this far together. She says she’s beginning to see the cracks in the surface. I kind of believe her, but she stays strong me for me. And in the end she said it’s all worth reaching for.