Waiting For The Sun

The strange thing is, I am free in all but mind and heart. Nothing is keeping me trapped here except myself. I cannot wait to be done with now, to be in the future when, undoubtedly, the grass will be greener. Now should be the perfect time. To be me.

We’re all just investing our hope in tomorrow, and I’m starting to hope I see tomorrow too. I don’t want it to end now, not yet, not when there are so many possibilties.

How could I have ever wanted to end all this? There was so much I hadn’t see, I still haven’t seen.

I don’t know how to live my life, but that’s ok, because who really does now, or ever?

I think things would be easier if I were not so easily swayed, but where’s the fun in sticking ridgedly to one thing? Where’s the adventure?

On the whole, I think I’m doing ok. I think I will do ok in life.

How biazzare, thinking that I have a future. That I have had a future, already, since the time when I believed I never would.

Life is so unclear sometimes.

How safe is this uncertainty?

Today, right now, I feel lost and alone but…

I guess I don’t mind.

I guess I feel ok.

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