Tuesday, February 8, 2011


The time of a waiting man flies the slowest.

I've recently felt that my life consists of waiting for something. Every week I seem to be waiting eagerly for something at the furthest end of the week and it's sort of eating me inside. Why can't I just enjoy the moment, cherish the time I'm going through now? It's not like waiting for something will make it any better than it will be.

.millstone around my neck.


  1. I don't know if you can wait for love. I like to think it's just there, and you can't really wait for it, even though you'd want to. I suppose I'm waiting to feel love, or some other form of stronger happiness. Odd feelings.