Thursday

Iambic 9 Poetry by Squarepusher





Is it just me or is waiting for a call a strange feeling? I mean, in life, we learn that expecting something can sometimes disappoint you or surprise you. Or it just turns out to be what you expected and nothing more. I hate the feeling. It deals with my fear that people are unreliable and as awful that I know they can be. But then, it's even more strange to deal with the reality of when they do call, you feel as though you have went through a rollercoaster of insecurity. Do we fear the unknown? And why? With the right attitude, we should deal with the fact that if they don't call, it means they chose not to. And it doesn't necessarily have anything to do with you. We should take things as they are and what they could be.

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