Sometimes you wait for the right time and you run out of time altogether.
Waiting, Time
I knew it wouldn't last, that the reality would come snaking back in, but for a moment I saw it, the futility of trying to mold love into an expected shape. The foolishness of whining when it didn't fit.
Love, Reality, Teenage Love
Our wings may be small, but then again, so are we.
Freedom, Wings
1956