Things are about to change...
and I have to wait for it. I want to know now, I want to understand now, I want to be on the other side of all the uncertainty, the tumult. But it takes time. Time. The time that is just... minute by minute, hour by hour passage from future to past, I can't control, I can only experience it. The timing of others, also, I cannot control. Nor should I. This... time thing... is part of living in the real world. Suddenly, it seems easier to do that. It is the impatience that makes the waiting so... Sign in to see full entry.