I always seem to be at a bus stop waiting, I think I've spend half my life doing so...

And to think I'm not a patient person. Fed up, trying to get somewhere. Like in my life; it always seems to be on hold for whatever it is that I'm waiting for. To get someplace, someone or something...

I want to be there, to have the moments I've been moving towards. Can't they be here already? Selfish and unproductive, I know. But wishing is what gets me through the waiting. To know that the possibilities are there. I just have to grab them.

But there I go waiting again. Waiting to grasp all that I can within my hands. Knowing it won't happen, not yet. Soon, but not yet....