Trapped.

My thoughts have never been more unorganized. More unpredictable.

11:05pm.

If we spend our entire lifes looking for a way out. An escape if you will. Then, what happens when we find it, and realise we were never running from anything.

11:11pm exactly, right now, lets say, for shits and giggles that this right here is our way out, our second chance, our get out of jail free card.  Close your eyes, make your wish, what did you wish for?

Every time 11:11 hits, i make my wish, 11:12, guess what, your wish, isn't coming true.

I'm tired of wishing.

I'm tired of waiting.