You`ve made up your own truth. You`ve painted the past in black-and-white, and you drew me in black. I do not know how I ended up that way. You never told me what I did wrong



Waiting. How big a part of your life goes into waiting. Wasting your time on the time in between times… when all comes to a standstill and you just wait for time to begin again. Time without substance. Could you not fill that lost time with something else?