The anticipation is killing
I so want it
Badly
But it won’t, not yet
Patience, I say to myself
Ugh, but can I?
It’s incessant, it won’t stop
Not now, not still
I want to scream
The built up anguish
Maybe even desperation
It is desperation, I am desperate
But why won’t it happen soon
As in now, right now
Scribbles and Rambles 
I’ve always been amazed at how when I stop looking so hard for something it comes into focus, often was right there all long or waiting just around the next bend.
Your writing made me feel these times when I forgot that. Loved it.
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True,And glad you feel so… 🙂
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