Anticipation

I don’t just want today I want tomorrow too. I want hundreds and hundreds of thousand’s of tomorrows. I am greedy in my lust for life.

But right now it’s 3.33 am and time is slipping by - oh so slowly.

I listen to the clock tick, tick, tick Each movement of its slender hand elongated, stretched and suspended in the darkness. Marking in seconds, minutes, hours – the gulf between the here and now and the dawn. While all I can do is wait - for my hundreds and hundreds of thousands of tomorrows to begin.