Open your eyes,
let the sun rays in,
go take a walk,
stop that time.
Sit by the river,
open your book,
I hate waiting. Waiting in lines, waiting for somebody to arrive, waiting for something to happen.
Waiting makes me anxious. I know I could do something more useful in the meantime.
Autumn leaves fallingLoneliest heart on the trainCold feet, bed still warm
Day 46 of 100 Days of Writing Challenge.
Mind emptied, eyes tired,
body ready to sleep,
back aching, warm blanket,
soul heady to dream.
I wonder what happens,