

the question is not what someone is waiting for. they're not waiting for anything. but the question is why are so many people rushing?
Waiting for an asteroid to hit my car.
the waiting game of hope.
the greatest game.
i'm waiting on an angel, i've already known a few, just not the one.
Change is inevitable, but I suggest grabbing it by the horns rather than waiting for it to come to you.
my most anticipated fourth of july has been worth every minute of waiting and every drop of rain.
gallivanting amorously.
hey hey angelfire.
the morning sun warms as it gets higher in the sky. yet the air is still cool from the night. it's a sensation, a bliss. going to bed, and your lover is already there waiting for you, her naked body is already warm pressed up to your skin. it's like the morning, when the window has been left open during the winter, and the blankets have a soft cool touch, or that of a spring morning, and you cuddle beside your nude lover, who's skin is soft silk, and her voice whispering in your ear like the breeze, and your skin shimmers. stepping out of a shower. putting on a sweater and beani