I'm waitting

What exactly I am trying to do now.
To Write? To Survive? I don't know.
I only know that I am feeling
like I couldn't breathe.
It is a problem, because, you are my air,
and if I can't breathe, that means I can't feel you.
I don't know where I'm going.
I only know where I've been.
and when you start to see the lights coming on
I'll feel the lights coming on,
and then I'll breathe.
I'm waitting. I'm waitting for you.
It's been so long.
I don't care about the others.
I don't care about what they feel.
It is not my business.
I only care about you...
about your smell, and your face.
I know that it is pathetic, even silly,
but I don't care.
I mean, everybody knows who I am.
Only I don't know.
I'm waitting. I'm waitting for a love.
A love who will shake my life,
and my thoughts. My philosophy.
The problem is that while this love is
hiden, I'll keep loving you.
Sorry about that...