And I asked myself: “When?”
The wait either breaks you, or it doesn’t.
Like a ray of sunlight, or a cold shower like a shiver.
I am still waiting, and even if doesn’t come, the wait keeps me alive, be it cold or not.
"Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them."
There is no denial that this night feels the same as those before it. I still long for that which I do not have.
Not a single day which went by.
Without me longing for the same.
Yesterday. Today. The Tomorrows.
The distance creates Hope.
Even though. Regardless of. In spite of.
Flamed. On fire. Sweeping through.
May that day come soon.
"Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them".
None of this applies. So i will go searching. It is time to believe.