Sometimes it's the people that you want to hear from the most that never call or write. Sometimes you lose hours waiting, the minute hand of the clock dragging your confidence along for the ride. And you look back on the day knowing that you could have done so much more.. if you weren't waiting.. waiting.. waiting.. for a pulse from some line of communication. ..reassurance that you are "Important" to someone. Sometimes I slip away from my God and into my human, searching for rafts as I submerge into my own blood. A raft to carry me from moment to moment. Sometimes it takes a while for a raft to come along, so I drown a little.. bob a bit, if you will.. taking in a little oxygen each time my head comes above the surface. When I'm finally over it, I begin slither toward the nearest mass through the warm, wet thickness. I roll upon a shore and find myself at his feet. And I can breathe again. He lifts me up by my self defeat.. and sets me back upon my feet. So I decide to focus on Him again.. instead of waiting for people.