Uncertainties

She is waiting...
waiting for what,
she herself doesn't know.

probably for a new beginning...
or maybe, the perfect end.
Maybe for an explanation, a justification for whatever is happening..
or perhaps, an assurance that things are gonna be all okay once again.
Maybe waiting for that sweet nostalgia to wash away,
or perhaps for the bitterness to fade.
Maybe she waits for her issues to be sorted,
or perhaps new ones to blame...
Maybe waiting for a new life to start,
or perhaps this one to end...
Maybe waiting to hold on.
or maybe just, to let go!!

Perhaps she is tired of the wait,
but maybe its luring her...
luring her towards,
the new beginning...
the perfect end...
the justification long awaited...
the assurance she always wanted...
the sweet nostalgia which makes her long for those times she cant have back...
the fading of those bitter memories which still manage to hurt deep within...
the sorting out of all those issues unsolved...
the security of new ones building up...
the start of a new life, the hanging on, the letting go ....
and.............

the END!

She is waiting.
precisely for what, she still doesn't know...

PS: In these times I don't, in a manner of speaking, know what I want; perhaps I don't want what I know and want what I don't know. But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.

One doesn't knows how to live. But they live