Waiting forces us into our own inner gallery, into a viewing of the styles, qualities, and contents of our own consciousness. That is why we so often try to avoid waiting, because facing the mosaic of our own minds can be disturbing, and depressing. It’s difficult to look directly at our ...
There have been conversations, there has been sex, there have been scattered, half-hearted chases,
but there has never been love,
there has never been meaning,
there has never been trust,
and there has never, ever been rest.
How I long for rest.