Chasing Anticipation

Weird feelings
Live within me

I feel like
A drained cup
Till I look in and see
The bubbles sticking to the sides
And and so slowly driping down
to pool and mix at the seams.

Those drops remind me
Of a slow growing river
That gradually trickles
Until it swells with time
And bursts its banks

I know the cup is drained
My thirst feels it so.
Yet I feel the bubbles
Run down my insides so slowly

I can feel the current expand
with every drop
that adds to my pool

It’s a strange kind of peace
There is no pain
There is no pleasure
There is just this feeling
of anticipation without direction

I close my eyes
And try and capture
Anticipations destination
Only to feel the glimpses
She gives me without sight

I feel warmth and happiness
I can feel my smile
And the sun cleaning me
Yet blind does Anticipation leave me

I look over my shoulder
And feel warm regret
My smile however
Is still in place

I look left
a shyness overwhelms me
Yet sparkles dance in my vision

To my right
Seriousness comes close
But it’s a playful teasing tingle
That attacks me
Teeth hold lip
To prevent laughter’s appreciation

I look up without movement
And feel eyes watching
Are they Anticipation's?

I do not know
For she wont stand still
Long enough to gift me a path to follow

I think of my river
The emptiness it represents
I think of the bubbles sliding slowly
I hear the gurgling inside me,
The rumbling of my river as it hungers
Always growing, just waiting
With Anticipations company
to carry me to the next shore