General986

I keep waiting for something to happen but nothing ever changes. I feel as if I'm shuffling through life with half opened eyes, waiting, always waiting, for the wind to change direction, for the tide to recede, for the planets to align. For even the slightest deviation would be a blessing, a relief to shrug off this coat and walk free without the burden of complete and utter, certainty. That is but a dream. Far off as a distant star, too far for me to reach, but close enough to remind me, of what lies on the otherside.