waiting, just the waiting for the shoe to drop, for things to become clear
A silence, deep dark, rich, no thoughts to break its calm, placid surface, just that, waiting, hearing every second pass by, feel every breath and mind numb, ready to be struck down to the ground. Just waiting, waiting for life to begin, life to end, love to say goodbye, last meetings, first meetings, idle conversations, isnt that what life is alll about..waiting, for something new, something old, just..something.
Can we ever stop waiting and live with ourselves and our day just the way it is? Not killing time and instead enjoying every minute.
I always think of adam and eve’s existence to be pretty boring, well , nothing to do, everything is pefect, is that why we seek imperfections? So that we have something to work on, something to do.
What do I search for, what am I waiting for, nothing and everything. Waiting for the shoe to drop, him to come to his senses, to go home, to go for a run in the rain, to feel joy again. They will all come, at their own pace , I know, but here I am, waiting.