Sunday, 18 August 2013

Come Wait With Me.

We are all waiting. Waiting for the train to arrive. Waiting for that call to come that gets you to your dream job. We are all waiting for something. Passively. Impatiently. Hopelessly.

Right now am killing time. And I have nearly 72  more minutes to kill. This sorry excuse for a cup of coffee isn't helping. Maybe because coffee usually goes better with conversations. Not the conversations you have in solitude but those you have with people. I guess it's always better to have someone to wait with. After all, it might make you forget how bad your coffee tastes.

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