Good things come to those who wait, they say.
How long must we wait, then? How sure are we that the wait will be worth it? What, exactly, are we waiting for? Uncertainty.
Some are waiting to forget. Others are waiting for fate to turn on its heel and run to their open arms.
But waiting is such a painstaking journey, no matter how long or short it may be. It is when you wait, that you feel everything come rushing back.
You hate. You love. You yearn. You crumble.
Will you put your hat in, and give up? Or will you sit on the park bench, and continue what you have started, even if dark clouds are all you see up ahead.?
Words Unspoken 