When you sit in the park and wait for someone, a friend, relative or just anyone special, the little time feels long, those five minutes become fifty when there’s nothing to do, no song.. no birds chirping no trees waving, feels alone as it’s only us alive, or there’s something else going in our mind.. is my waiting so much for that person worth? Or the time which equates money, I am wasting all of it like a sweet honey, pouring slowly down the big jar? Like it comes down slowly because of gravity but in large amount because of density? Oof even this wait is so funny.. brings so many thoughts in mind, but in the end we decide it’s all fine we’d wait a little more for the person to come..