Its 1:34 am and I am waiting.

I was talking to my sister upstairs when we somehow started talking about how people await change. They are always waiting for some kind of a change. She laughed at the idea but I do find the idea of 'waiting on a miracle' to be quite true. Are we not always waiting for something, either its big or small is of not much importance. Its a cycle, we wait, we get, we wait, we get and we wait for more. For something 'new', anything 'new' everytime. I may be out of my mind here but I am waiting everyday, everyhour, every minute. Waiting.

There is a picture I found from last fall on my computer that I captioned 'waiting'. Its not a nice picture but it says 'waiting' to me.