Spiral was drunk

How could she Walk the Line?

I wonder why life is designed for most part only for waiting. Waiting for something to happen; someone to meet; somewhere to go; some thoughts to go away; some feelings to come back.

How odd it feels to wait. The world seems to dance around you in circles while you sit completely still. Everything radiates with happiness while you wait for a speck of color to fly towards you.

Shouldn’t we be walking in its path instead. Shouldn’t we be dancing in that circle. Or at least standing outside, pointing at it and laughing.