I have visited the waiting room,
sat down,
walked around,
starred out the glass windows.
Limbo is waiting time
yet another waiting space.
Uncertainity breeds strange dreams.
I wonder what is beyond the bend in the road?
But I don not yet have enough energy to see for myself.
I'm waiting for what i'm not quite sure.
Maybe I have stopped for a rest?
Then no need to worry
May I make the nost of resting place
Everything happens in its own time
I only hurt myself by dreaming and wishing for
what I do not yet have.
All I have is this.
May I learn to rest,
even when I feel unsure.
May I make peace with this
feeling of uncertainity
Waiting time,
the place between what was and what maybe
A space of uncertainity..
