sitting in the room, thinking about everything so far, i am beginning to wonder if life is supposed to be like this; high on a pedestal one day, kissing the dirt the next, the balance keeps tilting from the good to the bad; nobody said life would be easy and

One, two, three, four, five, ten, twenty, thirty, forty… time ticks on slowly, minute by minute; as i pace up and down the corridor, i cannot help wonder how long? how much longer should i be waiting? as i wait, the stars have come out, and the moon shines bright,