Actually, I’ve been waiting for 54 years of my life. Waiting for the lottery to favor me. Waiting for my turn, for the other to appear, waiting for a response. Waiting for tomorrow.
It is the spiritual bus stop, the expectation of being picked up—does the timetable still hold true?
In the waiting, events pass by, seasons. It grows around you.
It is a false form of patience. If you were to suddenly drop dead right now, you would see the bus just passing by, unable to take you to where you longed to go.
© E n i s ∞ r
song: Outside – David Bowie
Waiting is a spiritual bus stop, the seasons pass, yet the ride you long for may never arrive in the tomorrow.
