maybe it is that we get too comfortable, or that we take certain things and certain people for granted, or maybe it’s just that we are focused on a different sight, or maybe we have not even learned to see yet, so how could we be aware enough to thank air for each moment, or be aware enough to realize the love and choose it? Maybe some things are best realized with time, in hindsight, after missing out, after realizing that in madness, and chasing after in desperation to restore that which is lost... and, maybe we’d find air in the surface, if we make it in time, and maybe we won’t find love waiting there, because sometimes we don’t get many chances to undo what is done or a long time to find our sight before we see “the one,” before it really is too late. I don’t know. But, I’ve never been one for waiting to profess my love, nor one who waits for the other to muster the courage first. So, my plight is a whole another. It isn’t about realizing the love that was there before it is too late, but to decide when to turn away from the seas and shores awaiting my lover to surface for air, to see me as “the one,” before I become one with the wind and sand, having buried away my life... waiting.
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