Monday, February 28, 2011
Is it summer yet?
And this is what it comes down to: waiting. Always waiting, waiting for something, half the time I'm not even sure what. But waiting, nonetheless, as if I ever possessed the patience to do so.
But it seems the right thing to do right now. Not waiting for the things I've waited for before; or is it? Waiting for... an opportunity. How absurd.
But the difficult thing is she expressed the same intention as I, to wait for this. And I have to wonder, why then, we're waiting at all.
Its so difficult to remind myself why; it would be easy to get into this, to try to make it work; but would we have to pretend? That's the one thing I can't do. I can let things go, I can let things slide, but I can't pretend things never happened (though sometimes I wish to, to make it easier, if only for my own sake) and I can't pretend everything is fine; that much I know. But the rest... the rest is up in the air, and I find myself holding my breath waiting for it to fall.
(Is that what it is? A fall?)
Why can't anything ever just come gently?
...this doesn't express my sentiment at all.
But it seems the right thing to do right now. Not waiting for the things I've waited for before; or is it? Waiting for... an opportunity. How absurd.
But the difficult thing is she expressed the same intention as I, to wait for this. And I have to wonder, why then, we're waiting at all.
Its so difficult to remind myself why; it would be easy to get into this, to try to make it work; but would we have to pretend? That's the one thing I can't do. I can let things go, I can let things slide, but I can't pretend things never happened (though sometimes I wish to, to make it easier, if only for my own sake) and I can't pretend everything is fine; that much I know. But the rest... the rest is up in the air, and I find myself holding my breath waiting for it to fall.
(Is that what it is? A fall?)
Why can't anything ever just come gently?
...this doesn't express my sentiment at all.
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