The Impact of My Patience

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.