dear jess,
Life’s pretty weird that way. When you force for something to happen, it never will. And then at the moment when you least want or expect it to, it does.
It works the way I do. With laze, slowness and in much aloofness. Not in the least bit bothered by human inventions such as deadlines.
I wait.
And wait.
I will not do anything without inspiration.
It’s true.
As artistic as this might sound to my ears, to the finance-businessman I know, its a plain rubbishy, procrastinating, excuse.
But still I wait.
An hour before class. A week before the big deadline. A minute before the script is needed.
My letters to you.
I wont, ever write, work or move without inspiration.
In return, life treats me that way too.
It works on its own time.
He waits.
I wait.
But like I said.
Inspiration.
When it finally comes, he might just not be there anymore.
yours in wait,
jess
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