i sit & stare at my beige-painted walls wondering how long "a while" is.

i realize that maybe i'm not something to be indulged in all at once, for that would simply be too much, too soon, too quickly. i'm something to be savored...a drink to sip, never guzzled without manners... something to be cherished & deeply considered...something to take your time with, never rush through or overlook all that i am comprised of.

this poem originally was supposed to be about self-pity. & how i am only tolerable in small amounts...but now it is a poem of self-recognition. & how potent my whole mind, my whole heart, my whole body, my whole truth, my whole presence is to be explored, admired, seen, known, understood, wanted, felt, accompanied, & loved.