The pink wagon on my parade.

The feeling of waiting for the end/beginning is dreadful because you're neither here nor there. It feels like everyone else is moving forward and you're pulling this invisible rope, trying to hold on and give you more time to just "smell the roses" so to speak. The harder you try, the further it gets.

But thats it, isn't it? No one is gonna stay behind and wait with you because once they realise that you're far behind, all they're gonna do is just wave and say goodbye.. because no one bothers to back track and try to get you in the same pace with them. The shittiest part is when you think you're in the same pace, this obnoxious force just pushes you behind like the strong current of the wild sea. It suffocates you until you pass out.. When you wake up, all you see is this tiny shadow of people walking far ahead like an illusion on a hot hot hot day in Sahara dessert. It's just a cruel, cruel world out there...

Come and jump on my wagon and tell me what you think.