I feel like I am waiting for something.
Something for which I have been waiting a long time.
It is not coming anytime soon.
But I continue expecting it every day, like a dog waits by the door for his owner to return home. I tell myself every morning that it is not changing, and to quit hoping. But I cannot stop myself from hoping for something different.
22 October 2009
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