At first, it seems like you don’t care…
You joyously immerse in all that you do..
And…then,
Waiting and wanting,
Comes in together ,
You try to push one away from another,.
But thats when it gets harder,
When the hours come closer..
You keep working ,pretending ,
You dont care,
That you dont count the hours ,minutes and seconds,
And then you reach to that moment,
When your waiting ,wanting ,and pretense all just get to one lost patience ,
Where you count the hours ,minutes and seconds ,
And then you are there…
All by yourself …at the time and the place,stuck
Where you have seen the smallest curve in the wall,
The untouched paint spot,
Or a dirt on the window ..
and you can hear your heart beat ..
Then you wonder whether the rhythm is right,
Or is it fast, should you count??
And then comes the mind..
Which pictures the worst nightmares, of all the possible reasons where this is how you
Will end up..
All alone …there right there by yourself
And the waiting for what seems to be eternal..
Oh, how I, hate to wait.
How I wish to be in oblivion.
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