waiting...
what does it mean to be alive, to feel the earth beneath your feet, the warmth of the sun as it sinks beneath your skin, the air that we breathe, filling our lungs; the chapters that we write in the drumbeat of our hearts and the dog-ears that we fold into the pages of ours lives, waiting, always contemplating for the what ifs, maybes and somedays, only to spend a lifetime in mastering the art of patience with nothing to show but the hopes of one day starting a life because fulfillment awaits no one.
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