Speeding Cars

I know they don't see it. Very few people do I guess. Not all things can be seen...but they can be felt. And I feel it. Slowly winding down for years...but staying strong. Proud. Waiting...waiting...waiting. Numb to rejection, confident enough to still believe. Wondering...wondering...wondering. What do I do wrong? Is it me or is it them? Or is it just fate? Perhaps it's one of those "never give up" situations. But until then I keep waiting...waiting...waiting.


Someday it will be me and I am not in a rush. Spirit is patient. I am grateful, yet I WILL NEVER REST.

The paper cuts, the cheating lovers, the coffee's never strong enough. I know you think it's more than just bad luck. There, there, baby, it's just textbook stuff. It's in the ABCs of growing up. I've watched you slowly winding down for years, you can't keep on like this... -Speeding Cars, Imogen Heap

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