I wait.
Some things fall apart - some come together.
I wait.
I see the world around me changing daily, and wonder if this is all there ever was; shifting tides and hungry ghosts seeking rest.
I wait.
Thoughts and memories pass before me, holding the charge of moments that won’t ever return. I suppose my ego tells me they should, but on the other hand, these too will be memories that I look back on from a future that I don’t yet recognize.
I wait.
Patience was never my strongest suit - I’ve spent a lifetime looking forward, seeking something ethereal and unnameable, hoping that I would find something, anything worth holding onto.
I wait.
My feelings change, my worries change, I let them pass.
I wait.
The waiting has become something new. Presence, holding fast as the things outside of my control shift with the changing winds.
I wait. And the waiting is no longer waiting -
I am here.
c. Sean Williams, 2025-3033. digital, procreate 2480 x 3508 px, ART ONLY.
