It goes slow, like a day that never really begins even after the evening has faded away into the night. The sort of day where nothing happens, nothing seems to start, and it seems endless and still.
I do not have any place to go today. I remain within these moments looking out on a world that is moving by my window, while I wait here.
The day goes on without me. It has not needed me for a long time. It has not noticed me waiting here, waiting for something to begin.
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