Literature
Purpose
The time seems to pass in slow intervals of sudden
excitement and then slowly recedes to the nothingness of waiting.
The next step, a path for me to follow, and stairwell to my
personal peace. I wait for anything. Though I occupy the time
with petty thoughts and the organized method my own mind
uses to go through each day, strategically and analytically,
I still find myself with an aftertaste of hope and desire. The
wondering of what could have been, and the constant
questioning of my own decisions and motives. Have I done
myself wrong; am I going down the correct path? I force
myself to stick with my gut. My need to go forw