Hold on my love.

Hold on.
Wait.
Wait for what?
I still feel like I am holding on, like I am waiting for the train to come. that train being life, i mean when do we start living? i know i am living now, but when do i start living or rather feel like this is my mission this is what i am supposed to be doing forever. i understand that this may be a flawed concept to begin with, but it feels this way sometimes.