Eternal waiting.

Are you waiting for something?
I'm sure you are. Everybody is. For the exam results, for the holiday, for a friend's visit, for time to do something you like... Waiting takes a great part of life.
When waiting we miss out some important stuff happening around, focusing on what is about to come. It's like jumping from one party to another, not living in between.
I think I'm closed in a waiting room for a while. Somebody has put me here with no information of what's going to happen next. That was a sadistic thing to do. The masochistic part of it is - I could leave the room, the door is opened. But I'm waiting idly. For what? No idea. For how long? I don't know.
Just waiting.

From dusk to dawn.

I went to bed last night, which wasn't different from the usual. Then I saw a boat of dreams floating on white satin of my bed. It took me on a trip into an etheric land.
In the morning I couldn't grasp the meaning of what I saw. The boat drawned, killed by the morning sun.
It always comes back again when the shadows of dusk take over the world.
I'll be waiting for the night...

Homenage for M.

I smile, therefore I am.