Waiting is the most agonizing thing I ever experienced. Waiting for you is cruel, harsh and unbearable. Now tell me why we used to fight? As time passes by, things that used to seem important became insignificant and pathetic.

Tell me how we became so far and impossible to see. I am waiting to be close and touchable.

Waiting is absurd. I have waited for many things in my life, and still. But some waitings are more excruciating than others. Waiting for you is that.

Maybe my complex and painful relationship with the non-act of wait, is the reason behind my infatuation with Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot. When I was studying at university, no one understood it more than I, it was so familiar and simple to me.

I am waiting for you, waiting for me.

About Hummingbird

Feels strange when I talk about myself. It is just me.
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