It feels like..
Everyday, I’m always counting down to something. Waiting for a day to happen.
What happens when I stopped waiting?
What happens when a day come where I just.. don’t wait?
I think that’s hardly easy to imagine.
A student waits to graduate, a worker waits for his pay, a parent waits to see their child grow.
But, what am I waiting for? I seem to have lost the notion somewhere along the line.
Should I be excited that the day draws closer?
But I am not afraid to confess. I have no idea how to go about doing this.
For once, I am completely clueless.
A project last year, and another one again. But it’s more.. elusive.
No clue, no idea.