05/29/07

Zen Blade

Waiting Room

Nothing is what it really seems.

Most of the time, we just end up waiting.

Waiting in a room.

Empty.

Alone.

Clock ticking.

Isolate nurses, doctors chatting away.

Empty receptionist.

Empty. Uncaring. Uncertain.

It’s the ones who fill the chairs that are full.

Full of grief, angst, sorrow, excitement, joy, despair.

There, in the heart of the cold concrete building is a temple.

A church.

Filled with rows of expensive leather chairs.

Marble floors.

Marble altar.

Crystal lining the walls…an empty shell of remorse.

Only a glimpse of hope for those that can only see the exterior and nothing more.

An empty and expensive, elaborate shell.

Out of the waiting room of the fifth floor, I watched the city in broad daylight, watched it for what it was.

Waiting.

I waited for something to happen.

I guess in a way, I’m still waiting…