tired

I guess I am tired, tired of waiting for someone.. for you.. for her..

yet something is still pushing me down, memories, perhaps, yeah moments from you.

but what is missing to my understanding that life can not be dreamed from the past, yet you should be ready to be integrated or to be stored by some book of living seconds on anxiety.

Do I want to revisit the panic of not controlling you? I would not imagine, falling to the hall of pass, when you were living inside me, living me, controlling me

waiting

Ok 19 had pass and now i am here
for what, for who, may i ask.. for you? not sure.. by the way who are you?
i don't even know who you are...
but yet.. isn't that the purpose??

still waiting

Yet I am back

Things are looking somehow weird....
seems that time did not pass.. things are still the same

yet time changes.. things changed, are you still the same?