Waiting. For Christmas, for the next holidays, for the week to be over, for the train, for my son to go to bed, for Sunday lunch, for the next movie to come out, for inspiration to come, for the next lesson, for the flu to pass, for the next trip abroad, for more time on my own.
And when all these things come, I start waiting all over again.
On the other hand, there are things that I have stopped waiting for, either because I realised they would never come or because I lost interest.
For the next drama, for the man of my dreams, for the next night out, for understanding, for revenge, for justice, for my mother to change. Some things never change regardless of how much you wait.
I see myself waiting and I try to fill the wait with here and now things. It helps my self-esteem.
Her prince must have died or lost his marbles by now. I hope she never-ever wakes.
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