A few days ago i was reading a letter a wrote to some friends as a kid and honestly, i was surprised. I remember the rush with which it was written and i never expected it’d be so good to deserve admiration years later. Continue reading
Waiting, standing, then waiting some more. He forgot why he was waiting, whom he was waiting for. Buried in his musings,he didn’t notice when the rain started. He was waiting, trying to figure it out. Looking at the sky he saw the raindrops and remembered… he was waiting for a bike.