I feel kind of like I am waiting for my life to happen.
When does it begin? When do the trivialities cease in favour of an existence worth pursuing? When do dreams stop hanging on my walls and over my head and in my sleep, and start becoming the reality I know they were made to be?
When do I wake up from everything I could never be to the woman who always was but was too afraid to show her face?
"One of the saddest experiences is to awaken at old age and discover that one has been using only a small part of self."
- V. W. Burroughs
Find me here. Meet me here. In the depths of my pain, in the sorrow that is too profound for words. In these things is where I need You the most. In these things I drown. I need living water, the kind that does not make me thirst again; then I can stop drowning in a sea I am desperately trying to swallow in a futile attempt at quenching my craving. Be my everything.
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