So I’m sitting in an airport in Atlanta right now awaiting to board my connecting flight which has been delayed. Idle time means running mind and I started thinking about all the times I wish I could have just delayed time. Have it stand still and embrace the blithe of that particular moment. And then I think of times like these where all I want to do is move. Continue going on, and push along. Life is so strange. I can list a million reasons to travel back in time, but there’s an allure to what waits for me too.
I’ve had my heart broken a million times over again and I have every reason to become reclusive, but I still look forward to the next great moment. But first I have to sit through this delay.