Dear Time,
I feel you often when I’m waiting and while that sucks, I’m grateful that I am aware of how slow it passes–it means I’m alive.
Love,
The librarian waiting in line. Again.
Dear Time,
I feel you often when I’m waiting and while that sucks, I’m grateful that I am aware of how slow it passes–it means I’m alive.
Love,
The librarian waiting in line. Again.