Often we take things for granted – far too often is feels or seems to me, i found myself reciting the same few words they painted on that banner in assembly , in the hall : “You don’t know what you have until it’s gone”.And i suppose that is making more and more sense to me as days turnover. But on the other note i wonder when this stubbonness will disapear – i feel that somthing is going on, something huge, inside of me – its mounting and its preparing and it doesn’t want to wait, but is – somthing is ready to come out – yet its is dormant for know – i feel this know – a restlessness that im not sure what it is – though i think its something i’ve been waiting for , for a long time.
But its like reusing nothing, nothing as the fixable, constant that i seem to hang on – nothing personified is perhaps my stubbonness and whats keeping me from escaping – yet somehow i think its apart of the process – of whats suppoed to happen – like a sign.
It will only be, when somthing causes it to be, and until then it renmains dormant – i hope when i escape this dormant – i will handle what comes out.