Once I was standing on a roof waiting. And it seemed like I had always been waiting and waiting and the waiting would never end, and that nothing would arrive and that I would always have this expectant feeling in my heart full of waiting and wanting and never having or being fulfilled and that that was the way my life was meant to be. So I stood in the sun looking down at the street, waiting and waiting with my full heart and then I looked up to talk to the landlady, and she asked me where I was from and how I was doing and then she went away and then when I looked down, I saw what I wanted to see and it seemed to me unreal, so unbelievably unreal as if it were a dream. And I raised my hand to my head to shield my eyes and I looked down and I smiled.
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