l don’t like waiting.
It makes each moment feel like eternity.
As if the clock stopped ticking.
I hate it so much that I’ve become an expert in its agony.
I’ve grown sick of it,
Yet I’m still tethered to the hope,
like a lone flower clinging to life in a harsh desert.
Clinging on to the hope that they might return.
And put an end to this eternal suffering.
Oh how I wish for it to be reality,
how I wish the clock to start ticking again,
that is but an unattainable dream.
I’m stuck in this eternal cycle,
with no choice but to keep on waiting.
I truly have become the best at it.
Yet still,
I hate waiting.
