~Pining Westward

I have a lot of work to do. I have a few months to do it in, which is good and bad. Good, in that I can be a little obsessive compulsive about it. Bad, in that I don't want to wait a few months to be where I want to be.

I know that the months will fly by, on some levels, and on others they'll crawl.

Nights and mornings, they already crawl.

At night and in the morning, when I want to fall asleep next to her, and wake up beside her, yesterday isn't soon enough.