the anticipation feels so much worse, heavily laden with anxiety and doubt. what if, what if what if ‘til words aren’t words anymore. at least when the verdict’s in, you can begin to accept the circumstances.
i’m tired of so many things being up in the air; it’s suffocating.
“If your everyday life seems poor, don’t blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is no poverty and no indifferent place.”—