Wait

When your limbs restlessness becomes synonymous with you
When your reasoning becomes a Phoenix,that  falls in love with its ashes
When your heart leaps where you cannot catch it
When the eyes melts the distances and looks beyond what is there
When you think the unthinkable and start building yourself around it
When you become unbearable for your own self
When the time stops and you start passing by
A good wait is when you loose sight of why were you waiting, your hearts leaps die into the uncomfortable twists inside you, your limbs give way, you see with unseeing eyes,  your soul stops speaking, drenching itself into numbness
........you make everything wait, to wait for the time to tick again for you...