I can wait. I wait all the time. Wait for food, wait for money, wait for love, attention, passion, a coincidance… I don’t have a reason to not to wait you. Actually I have ALL the reasons to wait you. Trust me, I can wait… but time doesn’t. Time does not give a flying fuck about us. It will not wait, not for you, for me, for anything. That’s why I’m sick of waiting.
I have been waiting for a while. But do you want to know the worst part? For a while is a phrase that you can’t measure. It even sometimes feels like forever if you are the person waiting.
I am still waiting. There is a little special place in my heart, like a ‘RESERVED’ sign in a quiet corner table in a small restaurant. But then it comes a time that you have to get rid of that sign, because they didn’t come and the table stayed empty… for a while. Then you forget. And forgetting hurts. Actually waiting and forgetting both hurts, however, not knowing which decision to take sometimes can be more painful than both.
Waiting is exhausting and it feels slower when you do nothing but wait. The longer you wait, the more wounds you get. People will say time will heal all your wounds. But you don’t believe that, at least when you’re waiting. When you are the one waiting time does not heal your wounds, only distance can just lessen their sting a little bit.
I am confused, waiting makes you confused and makes everything complicated. You wake up one morning -still questioning you ever slept- and say ‘Was I asleep? Have I slept? Can someone daydream and stare at the ceiling for hours and hours?’
I can wait,
I am waiting,
and will wait for a while.
But time doesn’t… and I think you’re on the side of time.
07/11/19 7:02
