Elevator poetry

I am waiting.

Waiting for my mind to get so bored, that I will have to act.

But what if my ability to stand boredom is infinite.
What then?

Am I just going to sit here and wait?
Slowly withering away and leave, at best, a mark on my chair.

Maybe this waiting, for action to take place. Is just another strategy to postpone things.

Leave it for tomorrow.

It is like there are two worlds out there.

I recognize them both, but one of them feels like a distant dream. A mere shadow of everything else.
I acknowledge the fact that not everyone wants to live in both of these worlds.

But still, it baffles me.

Fashion is the art of conforming faster than the people around you.

The base of every working relationship, is the desire and ability to be alone.

The intimacy you are looking for will only temporarily be found in another.
If you do not recognize that intimacy within yourself, eventually you will feel the need to move on.
On and on. Forever.

Do or die.

Hesitation is not a dead end.
It is a trip that never began.

If you don’t do it now. You never will.

Tomorrow never comes.

Imagine the freedom if every action was right.

If you could never do anything wrong.

Imagine, that you are perfect.
Just the way you are.

Imagine the freedom.

Do not try to be interesting.

Be interested and you will become interesting.
Maybe not in everyones eyes. But we don’t care much about those anyway.

No one will ever give you what you want. Things will never fully turn out the way you want them to.

Expecting things to always go your way is a strategy for suffering.

Only when you are willing to stand completely alone. Accepting whatever comes will there be Peace in the midst of pain.

I’m waiting.

For that something to happen.
I don’t know what it is, but I tell myself I will know when it happens.

But there is no such thing as Freedom.

For, who is there that is bound?