Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting…
It’s the waiting. The waiting that’s slowly draining me of all thoughts and plans. The waiting is the figurative drain plug and the plug has come off all by itself. Damned plug. There goes all my to-do-lists…down the figurative drain. Am I even using the word figurative in the right context? Hmmm.
This wait for something to happen. Anything. Something.
As a wise man (link Unsilent Dawn which can’t be done on the stupid phone browser because wordpress is so mobile phone browser unfriendly) tweeted, ‘You are testing my patience. I’m losing the test.’ Good, isn’t it? Yes, he does have his moments.
I’m losing my patience with the waiting game. The precious little I had. Something to happen. Anything at all. Some change. The monotony is killing me.
Waiting.
Hmm. I also seem to have lost all meaning of the damned word now.
Sigh.
Edit: unrelated quote out of ‘Learning to fly’ by Shehani Gomes which i’m reading now and just came across: ‘Some people are born with the natural capacity to love. Were they not? That was how they radiated warmth while the cursed bitches basked stealthily.’ conclude on it as you wish. The book is splattered with such gems…it’s okay, the book I mean. Different.
