Tuesday, February 8, 2011

08022011

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.

2 comments:

  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.

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