Sometimes everything seems so vague, just so poetic.
Sometimes you just wait for something to happen, and sometimes you dread
something about to happen, sometimes you just feel bad for things which never
happened, attachments are of the worst kind, whether to your job, your people,
your colleagues or that one person.
Today I did not do anything, but for me I did a lot, just to
listen to a few words, you do something, because no conversation is happening
between you anyway and you dread that maybe it might not happen and maybe you
dread asking why.
Sometimes you're better off not asking the questions you
don't want the answers to, more like you couldn't handle the answers to.