Oscillating from despair to tranquility, from fear to bliss, from hatred to love, from insecurity to self assurance.
There I go every day, as and old clock that doesn’t keep time, but loses it to the irregular speed at which it swings.
The pendulum has blades, and sometimes, cuts my life shorter.
This has always been a confusing thing for me: how long to wait until having sex with someone, or if waiting is rather pointless? Is there no right or wrong waiting time?
I would really like to read opinions on this.