The Waiting Game
It seems we are always waiting.
Seconds here
Minutes here
Hours here
But all in all, aren't we always waiting for something?
Waiting for;
Happiness
Love
Dreams
Death
All of us always wait.
That is until the day we
STOP!
Then the Waiting Game is over.
Or is it?
Maybe...
We begin to wait for something;
Different.
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