Trying to amuse myself today is turning into futility.
I am overwhelmed by agitation, anxiety and disgust.
Things I should not worry about;
But I still do.
In the intriguing affairs I have come to realize;
That the object of my affection is still.
While it does not move backward;
Progress is likewise nil.
Two weeks is indeed two years.
Even so I give a spark of hope.
Only when I initiate.
By this weekend's past I should know halfway
I need to be strong and live by my conviction.
This is not the time to be fickle.
Although temptation tempts.
Next week could show me more flowers in the meadow;
It could mean closure and therefore moving on.
But certainly it should not give me limbo.
I insist for light at the end of the tunnel.
I long to love and be loved.
No regrets. Just love.
30 August 2011
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