I laugh at how you get to be annoyed by the simplest things.
How does it feel like to be bludgeoned from both sides, idiot?
The realization that people grow tired. Sometimes too exhausted to remember what it is they’ve been trying so hard to hold on to. Waiting is painful, but hand in hand with it is hoping. Although we can only take so much.
So do you keep waiting, and hoping, for the time when you get the whole of him? Well, at least, what you perceive as the ample amount of his presence in your life.
Or just learn that you are waiting for something that’s never going to arrive?
I was casually walking home down that lackluster route which I take everyday when I noticed that things were, well, different.
Everything was just so inspiring.
It was half past six and I was expecting my walk home to be sullen and conducive to brooding. Instead, it became one of the more grand experiences I’ve had at Shaw Boulevard. The grime paved, smog ridden streets were painted with impressive streaks of gold. Hues of pink and purple were against the seemingly burning sky. I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO PROPERLY DESCRIBE THE WHOLE THING, HONESTLY.
The whole thing was so awe-inspiring that I had this movie moment where I had to pan and turn just to take everything in. Much to the chagrin of the motorists, since I had to have that moment in the middle of the street. It was that beautiful.
I wish I had my camera with me, so I’d at least be reminded of the existence of such times. When a simple walk home would be such a monumental part of my day.