i think my problem is that i always wait for a forever. with big moments in life, small and also the tiny insignificant ones. i’m there looking into the void when the moment is over, waiting for something more. a trace of the moment, something i missed or something more. i’m not just stuck in the moment… i inhale it, linger around it and breathe it several days after, months and sometimes even years. it is both a blessing and a curse. i live and i love but i also live and long too painfully with sea kissed eyes. i wait for forever in temporary people and forever in the city i just passed through. it is sensitivity for the surroundings, knowing that they are worth something. there’s beauty everywhere worth to preserve. i think my problem is that i wait for a forever and what i need to learn is that there will never be one. everything ends in nothingness and that’s okay, i just got to accept it. i can just make things last as long as i can.
— t.j. // daily november prose #23