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February 28, 2011
February is already over - isn't that frightening?

Time is ticking away,
slipping so quickly from my fingers. Always,
like sand in an hourglass,
however common.

I feel I am
waiting
for you
or for me
or for something bigger than
you can I could have ever been.

I feel I am
losing
chances
friends
the moments of my life
that are supposed to define me
one day
when I have nothing else left.

These memories are tainted
I am never making the best of what I am given.
I've become too afraid.
I've become too familiar with myself
and can never stop dreaming of perfection.

But everything
is tainted.
Everything
is impure.

Why do I wait?