you'll never make a living.

there will be moments right before i fall asleep and moments when i am standing on the platform waiting for a train. there will be moments when i am bored in class and moments when i see lichtenstein paintings. there will be moments when i am staring at the computer screen and moments when i sit on a park bench in regents park. there will be moments of monotony and moments of poignance that will break up this whirlwind life you forsee for me. and then intrudingly and unforseen, the miss will rush upon me and i will wonder, unwisely, how much longer i will have to stay here without you. this is not sentimental. this is the unseemly truth.