Figment

 
She’s waiting. For a while, she has been. As I hammer away at my keyboard, funnily without even realizing what the next few words will be, she’s waiting. Maybe, the new episode of her favorite drama is running on the tv and she is sat there, waiting.  Or maybe, the new ‘heart-throb sensation” is setting the screens on fire, and she’s waiting.  Or, as I’d really like to imagine, she’s is probably sitting by the windowsill in her room, a cup of coffee in her hand, and she’s waiting. And it’s raining. Yes, definitely raining. The sharp droplets of water piercing her soft, delicate face and she’s waiting. The cold breeze blows over her hair, flowing in a massive, yet amazingly beautiful chaos, and she’s waiting. She could be dreaming about her life,present,future,dreams, and she’s waiting. Conversely, she could be glued to her smartphone, navigating through the vast world of social media,and waiting. Is it evening already? Huh, she may have just taken a late shower, a warm towel wrapped around her nimble body, she’s waiting. She could be looking at the mirrors for the umpteenth time,marveling at those wet locks covering her face,swaying them over in one graceful arc,and waiting. She could be studying for her next challenge, those nerdy specs guarding the magnificent,sparkling eyes,and she’s waiting. She could be happy,she could be sad, she could be gloomy,she could be glad, but she’s waiting. The possibilities are endless, but the endgame is constant. The waiting. She’s waiting, thinking that I would conjure up some magical,mystical limerick about how she is so dazzlingly gorgeous, lighting up this dark,sad world even for the shortest of moments. That her presence makes this world that bit more beautiful to live in.
But alas! I am no miracle worker. I couldn’t write two lines of  “roses are red,violets are blue, God made some great work,one of them is you”  even if my life depended on it.  OR, maybe all this is just a daydream, a play of my idle imagination running around wild. No one is anywhere,not waiting for anything.  Meh, it must be the latter.

Author's Note

This is my first work that I'm putting up for public viewing. Any review,advice,criticism,etc would be helpful. Thanks and hope you enjoy my writing.

Reviews

[Chris]

What was your goal in writing this? There's no right or wrong answer. I'd just like to know what you were trying to accomplish here. You have an interesting voice and I enjoyed it. I'm just confused as to what this is supposed to be about. I promise this isn't an attack. I'm just inquiring.

[beadsman]

Thanks for your review. Haha no it's cool,there's nth to take offense. You could say this is just an expression of my thoughts, what I was feeling at the time I wrote it. An idea that maybe there's someone waiting for me to write and praise about them,which again, probably is nth but a "figment" of my imagination.

[Mathew Jennings]

I thought this was well written enough and it intrigued me. I like how it ended. There are poetry in these words. You're a good writer and I look forward to reading some more of your work. Thanks for sharing.

[beadsman]

Thank you very much. Hope I can come up with better stuff in the future.

[Mathew Jennings]

I'm certain you will. If it's not too much trouble could you please review my work The Town That Bled?