I wait by the door in the chilly morning wind.
A cellphone in my hand reveals the time twice every minute.
Searching at both sides, alone I stand in vain.
Resigned I go back, still craving for that presence (not so quiet).
Showcase & Playground
I wait by the door in the chilly morning wind.
A cellphone in my hand reveals the time twice every minute.
Searching at both sides, alone I stand in vain.
Resigned I go back, still craving for that presence (not so quiet).
Every day, the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, keep on getting brighter
—Sally Jupiter
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