Waiting

Rain is pouring down hard. I sat under the bus shelter, waiting... Suddenly thinking of all this time I spent... simply waiting… for some occurrence, some changes in my life, for someone to walk into it… or maybe for some becoming. Which is which, however I not sure. Life is confusing and I’m confused about life.

Maybe it’s the lack of motivation in life. Maybe the boredom in life (not tired of living though). Maybe it’s nothing. Just a bad day I told myself. Move on…