The writing on the wall...
... that I see a glimpse of when not ignoring it, has me
wonder.
It's been a while that feelings were shared, or were visible in
action.
A few weeks ago, I said something about mine, that they were still
there, just as strong as in the summer, even though I haven't said
much lately.
The writing on the wall...
... I want to ignore it. I want to believe that what I notice is really just my interpretation, my fear and my insecurity.
The writing on the wall...
... is something I really don't want to deal with, I don't want to see, I don't want to take in. Taking it in would lead to give up, entirely. I don't want to go there, it scares me.
The writing on the wall...
... might be premature. Maybe. Although it's said that actions speak louder than words.
I'll give it this week.
I'm hanging around
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder-- from "Lemon tree" by Fools Garden
The writing on the wall...
... may be me just wondering how far I can take my patience. or it may be my patience running dry.