Only 12 days left before the holidays. 12, long, days.
I've always wondered why time passes so slowly when one anticipates something. Each individual day just drags on forever, a neverending cycle of boredom & impatience. Morning, afternoon, and night all blend together in a colourless mess before your very eyes. Your waking hours are spent in frustration, contemplation and the mundane drone of everyday life. Even the promise of rest doesn't shake you from your nightmarish existence of ...
waiting, wanting, and needing.
Waiting for that particular day, that particular person, to waltz into your life and spirit those dark clouds away. A ray of sunlight burning gold through the haze, a ray of hope.
Wanting the day to be here now, to be able to blitz through the limits of time and space & emerge triumphant at your destination.
Needing the relief that comes with success, with the fulfilment of your request. To be home, free, released from the gilded cage of self-imposed lockdown ...
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& to get my hands on that beautiful iMac that my parents have just bought =)
Oh, and I like chocolate. (: