I never liked sitting on the side waiting for life to happen to me. Besides, all love which prospers has at one point suffered unspeakable distance. Sometimes I will be convincing myself of impossible things, and other times impossibilities will convince me, but behind all that there lies the subtle humiliation in waiting for anything. Do not mistake me, my mind does not lay idle.

You know you should be out there. You stay in anyway, and December comes. You tell yourself you’ll wait for spring once more. But nothing ever changes. We are awaiting the grace of gods unseen.