Suspense/Weightless
The world is holding its breath.
everything's on hold.
Trees and leaves stopped moving,
cars seem motionless, the city empty- hollow?
It is the kind of wait that precedes life-changing occurrences.
Events you know will happen, though aware that you cannot know.
Leaving you shattered, shaken, short of breath if you fail,
fail to control the circumstances.
If your life remains unchanged.
If you wait for nothing.
and nothing comes.
Time passes horizontally and vertically.
You travel through it, and it is never-ending, an ocean of time.
You've waited for eternity and no longer remember who you were before this.
Forgotten what you hoped for. Worked for. Believed in.
Only this, always, only this until ..what?
The dialectics of waiting lies in its finality.
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