she sits. she waits. she wipes off a tear. she mumbles something to herself without smiling and without replying. she stands still not wondering why, or where, or when, or what. she hears a meow from somewhere and a tiny cat sits next to her. yet, she doesn’t smile. but she feels less lonely now. she lets out a sigh and waits. and she doesn’t get tired of waiting.
Created: Dec 25, 2009Document Media