Ephemeral Joy

... Wow I haven't said anything for a while.

Today I kinda realized in myself how close I get to friends,
and it seems like it's only for the happiness
that can only last for so long, right?

I mean,
I have things that can last for so long too.
But who am I to say what it's supposed to mean?
Time has it's own plan for me,
all I can REALLY do is wait it out.

I don't know.
I love all my friends.
Like really, all of my friends.
Whether I hug them, poke them,
beat them up in several different ways
whatever it may be,
I love them all.

Maybe that can explain all this
getting fancy business.
And even though I'm not dating,
or anything of that sort,
nor do I plan on it anytime soon,
half of me is waiting, the other half
wanting.

But plans. PLANS. PLANS.
It's funny how we as humans say we have plans
for something to happen.
When really it's all been written out for you.
And even though different things happen
when you act certain ways,
but it's all there.
Like my letters are all written, typed
so perfectly and in line.

So, I'm waiting. I don't know what,
nor what for. But regardless, I'm waiting for
just results. In any and every
single situation.