on wait (IV)

and yet, all the time we waste waiting on a daily basis becomes irrelevant if we consider the time we spend waiting for someone. especially because most of times, we're doing something else while waiting for someone - we might be sleeping (or trying to), working, having dinner, watching the telly or getting laid. but we are there, waiting, left on hold like a phone call no one wants to answer, nervously watching the clock ticking away while waiting for a warm smile that would make the sun to shine upon us, or for the word that will drown us in bleak sorrow. and that hurts, that stings like hell, because as we work and cook and go out it might seem that we're carrying on with our lives, but the truth is, our lives have stopped, have reached an halt. in fact, we're not exactly living - but surviving, with a semblance of order that hides a handful of fierce and chaotic nightmares.