I don’t know which day happiness left my door. For years it lingered at the edge, a hesitant visitor, a shadow at the threshold that never stepped inside.
I was a waiter, and I waited so long, believing if I stood still enough, it might find its way in.
It never did.
Then one evening, looking through my window, I saw only its faint outline, the ghost of a passing thing.
It was gone, and with its passing, it spoke without a word: stop waiting.
The echoes still linger, but I am healing. I am still healing.
Evysecrets
44 days agoFor years it lingered at the edge, a hesitant visitor,
a shadow at the threshold that never stepped inside.
and I waited so long,
believing if I stood still enough,
it might find its way in.
I saw only its faint outline,
the ghost of a passing thing.
it spoke without a word:
stop waiting.
but I am healing.
I am still healing.