This thing, it reminds me of a hand grenade. Once you pull the pin out, you can't put it back. Something's gotta happen, it's too late to pretend things are the same.
Things haven't been the same for a while. But that grenade hasn't blown yet, I still have both my hands and all my fingers.
I often find myself waiting on the edge of my seat for that moment when it will blow. Not literally, explosions are nasty and messy, I hate crime scenes after an explosion, they're a pain in the ass.
It's just, how long are we gonna keep living in this limbo? I know she knows what I'm talking about, she feels it too. She's waiting even more patiently than I am. But I guess she figures that she's got all the time in the world. Perhaps that's a by product of being a newly minted citizen, that feeling that your life's only just beginning.
Well, I can't say the same for myself. I've been in the prime of my years for too long to have time to sit around here and wait for something to happen.
It's about time I shot that hand grenade to bits.
Will she kill me if I buy flowers?
Yep, still alive, working on something bigger than a ficlet, having to recruit all sorts of professional advice, so it's taking time.