A day of waiting...

I spent the day inthe hospital with mom. Her surgery went well and spent a lot of time with me God-Mother. We caught up in terms of life. Since she moved a bit of a peice away contact hasn't been frequent as it used to be. All things considering mother is recouping slowly and painfully in a small room. I will pick her up, if all things go well, in the morning and bring her home.

Seems like I've always been waiting for things in life. So much time goes by with me sitting somewhere watching life flow by me. Seems like I can only stop time for myself. As the rest of the world moves on. It's my nature to wait for things though. Ambition is one thing, but having to wait is another. "The best things come to those who wait" seems cliche' but it seems to fit at this point. As for life? Well I'm pushing through best I can making plans and completing them best I can.

Word of the day: tired

I had a dream last night. A repeat dream where life was a haze and all I saw was the back of her head. Scared and happy I walked up to her and stroked her hair. But as we went to kiss I closed my eyes. Her face never seen. For I always wake up when the kiss is done. Never able to open my eyes. I might be able to tell who it is if this one dream were in color. But it's the only dream I've ever had in Black and White. I'm not sure of the meaning. Perhaps it's some sort of sign or something. I'll try not to dwell upon such things for they may let my head ramble on some imaginary tangent and betray me like it's done in the past.

P update: Things seem to be panning out and life finding a more solid grib between the both of us. Seperate lives but equal together. I strive to allow the best happen as it can. Seems the best course of action is doing nothing at all.