the thing about waiting

Usually, it is a matter of spontaneity. Things cross the view and there it is. Hanging out seems to be against theme, or against brand or, who knows, just not less than kind of creepy, if I have to say it. I can come across as creepy, at least it seems like it. Sometimes, something asks to be waited on. An anticipation of confluence? Interstellar paths to cross? Or for two things to line up. The thing about waiting, is that it is interminably hard on my patience. The longer the wait, the longer the fidget, the more the drain on focus, the increase of fomo.

wonder if people are looking out the window into windows of other people looking at them

And it rarely yields results. Or it has some detail that NO ONE ELSE will notice unless there is a finger pointing right to that thing. Which, it and of itself is just, annoying. But, sometimes it works. Just a little sublime detail. And for a moment, captured, things exist in a way they will not exist for very long. And only, just only, if the capture is in the right place for them to both co-exist. Then the wait is just ok. But it is still a wait and still has that suck factor to it.