...but I'm not sure what.
Maybe for a secret sign/password/handshake. Maybe for a tiny little moment that will only seem momentous later. Maybe for something I don't even see coming around the corner yet.
But I'm waiting, like you wait in an airplane you're about to jump out of.
Hoping when the time comes I'll have the guts to jump. Hoping my parachute will open when it's supposed to.
(That's a metaphor. I would never jump out of an airplane.)
(Unless it was on fire.)
(Maybe not even then.)
Til tomorrow.
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