Everything Takes Time

Tomorrow will be an interesting night for me. I have a chance to out (for the first time in a long time). I'm really not sure what to expect. I wish I knew if this was going to go anywhere. I know I have to give it its space and time to do its own thing. I have to let nature take it's course. I can't just expect it to be what I want it to be because chances are that it's not going to mean anything at all. Just like everything else. So I'm going to prepare myself to get a mouthful of sand and I'm going to pack my sunscreen in case this is in fact a mirage. I'm just going to have to keep treading the hot sands of the desert, sleep at night when the air is cool, and not stare into the sun. It can be fascinating, it can be mesmorizing, but I can't let all that shimmers fool me. Most of the time these palm trees and this pure water exists in my mind. It's because I want it to be real so badly that I keep seeing it everywhere I go. It gets frustrating. One day I will see those palm trees and the glistening water and I will shrug it off because I will think it's just another mirage, and it won't be.

I'll just have to wait and see what tomorrow brings.