lets see..
so im playing the waiting game.
its not even a game
just a form of torture.

time actually slows down
when you wait hard.

both my female and male best friends are over seas
im meant to be there now.
in the northern hemisphere..
i miss Iceland so much.. my chest hurts.

snow capped mountains dark streets with dancing autumn leaves..
thats what its like there right now.
wile pollen is buzzing around here.

but i am on a trusting path.
and i hope it will lead me to a place that my heart can be happy.
my music.. little seeds blowing in the wind begging to become a forest.
hufff...
god i hope we get the house.