selah

if life had a 'recycle bin', i'm clicking delete on the mess that is my mind.

rummaging through dust-covered boxes and long-forgotten drawers, i searched, in vain for a trace of it.

switching everything off i listened, in the desperate attempt to capture the barest of the whisper that existed only in my memory.

closing my eyes, i wished, and conjured, glimpses of fleeting shadows.

i wait.

selah.

i wait.