Waiting

clock

damned to inactivity, sitting there. everything you could possibly do, watching people, counting the stairs, writing sms, checking you facebook status, drink or eat something, walk around – already done. busy people all around you, running here and there, talking frantic on their phones, the epitome of the lack of time. and you sit there, got plenty of time to waste. the clock, as if it laughed at you, suddenly stopped or was it just a deception? every time, a little glance at the clock face, it seemed as if it, instead of running forward, went back somehow or got stuck in a spiral of time. hours aren’t flying by, they’re stuck in the bottle of waiting like a glutinous juice. about every drop that finds it’s way, away from the bottleneck, you feel relieved, and with that you get nearer your reason of waiting,

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