the wait continues.

i am still waiting; still wanting; hoping and dreaming.

it is in all these, that my being be. my waiting, my wants, hopes and dreams.

thoughts of these occupy my mind constantly and more often then not, they spill over into my conversations too. these are the things that lift me up and weigh me down, things that i fight for and against; such a beautiful contradiction, an irony of sorts. and that my friends, is life as it is.