Ko je čakanje še vedno edini čas, ki ga poznaš.
I feel stuck. To the outside world it may seem as if my life is a constant rush from one goal to another, yet as I examine my journey more closely, it is clearly evident that most of my time is spent waiting for circumstances to unfold. It's funny that this has in fact always been my reality. Maybe I'm doing something wrong - letting people and life treat me as dispensable, something that is easily replaced and certainly never missed. I have yet to master how to be any sort of influence in the lives of others. I glide by as a spectator, never forming bonds that would need a sledgehammer to unhinge. I am that boy who's carelessly forgotten. Who's a memory in pictures that get lost in the unforgiving passing of time and the weightless feeling of letting go ... of letting go of me.
