Patience, the subconscious whispers in my ear, the break of dawn barreling through every crack in the blinds; wide awake for another rise of the sun, wondering when my time will come.

Patience, the tide is wide and far, yet all tides return. ‘What ifs’ tangled in your mind, held hostage over cliffs.

The whisper is incessant; you want to grasp the stars in all their glory, and you can barely grasp your heart.

– A. Garcia