Waiting

I’m waiting, waiting for the inspiration to hit. Did I lose my muse when we made up? I want to write about happy things now. I don’t want to sink into the deep dark place anymore where fogs and blackness can devour me whole. I just want to stay by your side, where the sun warm us and the rain gets us sleepy. Such a nice feeling to have. Swaying with the wind as we go dreamily hand in hand.

But I’m still waiting, waiting for your arrival.

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2 thoughts on “Waiting

  1. Yeah, sometimes it is better to let go than to hold on. You’ll see better once you’ve let go. It is often a matter of getting used to.

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