I’ve been spending plenty of time in my life waiting.
When I was a child,
I was waiting for the weekends,
waiting for my mum, my dad,
waiting for the promises they made to come true.
When I turned a bit older,
I started to wait for the person I liked to reply to my messages,
wait for growing up,
wait to escape the relationships, the places that made me suffer.
Then I became a “grown-up”,
I just waited for tomorrow not to come,
waited for my medication starting to functioning,
waited for my depression getting ease,
waited for the Kamisama to give me the chance to continue living.
Now,
I’m just simply waiting for time to pass by,
until death to come.