i’m learning how to be patient,
to let the world unfold its plans
i’m not rushing,
not chasing shadows in the night,
just waiting for the kind of love
that doesn’t need to be forced.

i want the kind of connection
where silence feels like home,
where words aren’t a battle,
but a bridge between two souls,
like a soft glow in the dark
that never fades.

so i sit here,
letting time do its thing,
knowing love is a garden,
not a sprint.
and when it finds me,
it’ll feel like breathing