#\\ Waiting //#
waiting, always waiting, my feelings say live for the moment,
Tomorrow's not promised and yet I wait. For an imaginary destiny I've daydreamed away, I'll wait.
People come and go with anger of never ending anticipation.
Gazing through ideas only a stalker could contemplate I'm frustrated, waiting.
Longing desires, does it seem that obvious? My eyes are decieving
in aesthetic properties. Wasting my time waiting on something I really wouldn't know what to do with if I had it. Is it even
in my understanding to assume its possible for consuming all the happiness I've wanted? Waiting for the agonizing truth. Waiting,
maybe thats what I'm supposed to do.