As I sit here counting down the days, Im not sure what I am waiting for. I Stare blankly into an unknown future with unknowing eyes. I wait for the moments to connect and feel so perfect. Life has no such perfection. So I continue to wait for a past to fade and a future to grow. Making the past less and the future more. What is right and who is wrong. I have grown and learned the past shall be lost and stay. The future is directed. Loss of one and growth of another. I have choosen the one I have and the other will watch as we grow like vines together around the tree of life. I shall never live to see such pains again and he shall never deliver them back upon me.
