Another day, another waiting period.  No choice but to wait; nothing to gain by trying to hurry along.  Everything is waiting, but it is what it is.  Here’s hoping it is worth it.

Doesn’t matter where, what, how, or when; everything remains in some form of repetition, and I’m along for the ride.  Just wish I didn’t feel like I’m stuck on the Tyme Musheen from Idiocracy.  Good moments come and go, never long enough, it seems; but they happen.  Constantly hoping for the next good few hours, fun moment, or being left well alone.  Mind on a hampster wheel, and I’m just waiting for the legs to give out to start again the next day.  The only thing to do is grin and bear it until the next good time.  Filling my time with mindless fidgeting and retreating into the deafening silence that is my solace has once again become a norm.  Not enough “hang in there” kitten motivation posters in the sterile walls that inhabit my mind.

Endless hallways of just another same old day, with splashes of “this is different and good.”  I stumble into these unaware and content enough they exist at all.  This day should be good for a stretch, despite the seemingly unending lines.  Doesn’t matter either way, I’m used to it all, keep on keeping on.  Surrounded by a population of seemingly happy people reminds me that I’m still here trying my best; even though I feel like I’m once again putting on another false mask.  Truth be told, my current “Leave me the hell alone face” is about all want at the moment.  And I seem to be getting just that for the time being.

I do everything I can to avoid making my mood bleed into others and prob doing a terrible job of it.  Guess that’s just par for the course.  I suppose I need to start taking things in shorter spans, but today was guaranteed to be a big waiting period.  Just hoping it’s enjoyable when it finally kicks off in another few hours.  Till then, I can’t make the sands of time move any faster.  So I’ll watch em drop on down the hourglass.  I have hope, and I’m sure it’ll be great.  That’s what is moving me forward in the shuffling line, at least. 

Another 1/2 hour down.  Let’s keep the train moving towards another acorn, that little treat of time where I can hopefully be free for a short while from just watching time pass by, knowing full well every second I waste is just one I’m going to look back on as a missed opportunity to actually make something of myself.  It is needed to just do nothing sometimes, so I’ll let today be that day and not let it set me back.  Here goes nothing.

-LostAcorns