one of the worse[r] things, i think:
not knowing. just waiting it out to see. it’s the not knowing that kills me. not knowing where you stand, how it’ll turn out.
at least if you knew, then you can react [or act] either to fix things or displace it so that you no longer care.
but you have to know to start with.
so here i am again, just waiting and throwing it up to those whimsical forces that we all depend or hope on at one point or another….
wishing on every 11:11 the same wish
crossing my fingers while i wait
searching every remaining green patch for one four leaf clover
just waiting and holding still because if i make a false move, all my carefully built wishes will sway and crash to the unforgiving earth.
