Waiting feels like there is no time,
That everything and everyone goes around you,
but you can’t move.

You can’t tell if it’s morning or night.
If you are awake or sleeping.
There is no up, there is no down.

It’s just you, and nothing else.
It’s just you, and no one else.

Waiting,
it’s like being a planet floating in
the nothingness of space.
Things happen, but you don’t notice it.

It’s like being a fish,
down in the deep dark ocean
thousands meters
under the surface,
where there is no day,
no night,
and you are there,
just there.

Waiting,
is that millisecond
before
you jump in the pool,
before
you take the sip of coffee,
before
that first kiss.

Waiting is like…