My weekend consisted of wanting. It was great. I slept when I wanted, read when I wanted, surfed when I wanted, watched tv when I wanted. Even took a nice stroll around Brockwell Park when I wanted. I downloaded what I wanted. I even ate when I wanted. It was all what ever I wanted. Waiting to be wanted was the obvious wants. Booze, drugs and no sleep. Which I didn't want. I thought, how long waiting for the wanting for which I was prepared to want. Seems waiting a whole weekend for the wanting passed by, and I'm not waiting anymore for the wanting. Don't think I wanted anyway, but I'm glad I realised I waited, to see if I wanted. I didn't. It was worth the wait.
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