It’s not started yet. It never will.

I am waiting. Waiting for fruits to ripe, waiting for flowers to blossom, waiting for a heavy rain, waiting for spring to come, waiting for the sunshine, waiting for my mom to get very pissed and kick me out of the bed. I am waiting. Waiting for the water to boil, waiting for my tea… Continue reading It’s not started yet. It never will.

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