At this point of time in the night I find myself waiting. Waiting for something I don’t even expect. These last couple hours before midnight become an interval combination of hope, fear, and confusion… a new feeling to me and I don’t know why. How could something like this make you feel that exact combination? Never in my life has something ever made me feel that way… and I hate it. But the fact that its the first thing to ever make me feel this way… I adore it… and it interests me.
I just hope I’m waiting for nothing.