I've been standing here in the middle, waiting. Still hoping for anyone to show up and meet me halfway. And everyday feels like yesterday—endless loop of clichés. I can feel it now, all the suppressed emotions. I'm tired, and worn out for trying.
Maybe it's time for me to go. To step forward and accept the fact that sometimes it's ok to stop.
Maybe it's time for me to stop waiting for people who won't come, for things that won't happen.
When you can still find me, not where you left me but to a place you know where I should be. Somewhere far and peaceful. And I hope when that time comes, I'll have the courage to smile back at you when we see each other.