Many words come to mind, but they all just make me feel the same: stupid! Call it patience Call it preserverance Call it stuburness Call it maturity Call it whatever you will All it really is Is plain and simple stupidity!
But as long as I have nothing better to do I will remain waiting for Godot.
Today I need it, as much as I did yesterday... I won't even ask 'til when will I need it It would defeat the purpose of the exercise I'll just observe, And when I get there I will know And if I don't, I still hope it will be a joyride!
I would confess But I am tired of confessions I would tell But there is no one to tell it to Or rather there is But none I have not bothered before And after so many repeated confessions errors repentances Why bother?
Many times silences scream out loud... In their loudnes we may fail to understand what they try to say, and we understand whatever our fears tell us they mean. One day we may wake up. In general we just stay asleep and respond with our own loud silence.