It's August. Already.
I failed to count the number of times that I thought to myself that you just breeze through the years in Singapore. And that I hate to wake up at 32 to realize that I could have done more.
I find that I am really just waiting things out.
And it is not too easy.
I can't plan. And I'm a planner.
There is this unrelenting silence and calm which only means I am in the eye of the storm.
This is me, waiting.
Any day now. Any day now. Any day now.
I failed to count the number of times that I thought to myself that you just breeze through the years in Singapore. And that I hate to wake up at 32 to realize that I could have done more.
I find that I am really just waiting things out.
And it is not too easy.
I can't plan. And I'm a planner.
There is this unrelenting silence and calm which only means I am in the eye of the storm.
This is me, waiting.
Any day now. Any day now. Any day now.
3 comments:
This may seems strange, but what you wrote reminds me of the last lines of a Meatloaf classic 'Paradise by the Dashboard Light'. Enjoy this link.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0ns8t9iQck
is this waiting the kind of waiting that we were talking about before?
Not quite on target, but along those lines....
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