eternity

Time is too slow for those who wait
too swift for those who fear
too long for those who grieve
too short for those who rejoice
but for those who love...
time is eternity
- Henry Van Dyke

Wait. Waiting I am, in the office at this hour (for the second night in a row), waiting for the designer to complete a brochure layout, waiting to see if I need to think up an additional headline or subheadline for the copy, waiting to test how long I can actually wait. Like, how long I can work without actually working.

Hmm, must be the hour of the night and having only 4 hours of sleep while on heavy medication.

Eternity. Something that KC doesn't believe in anymore. Although it's perfectly understandable, I still can't help getting a dose of why me? pathetic self-pitiness of not being at the receiving end when KC still believed. I believe in happy ever after, in riding off towards the sunset looking into each other's eyes, in simple garden weddings with lots of balloons and daisies. I guess I'll always be a sucker for romance (own up now, which woman doesn't?). And Romance. And I suck hard for Eternity Purple Orchid. It's the best-smelling artificial thing I've ever come across.

Time is eternity. What does this phrase mean? That when one is in love, the right here and right now is encapsuled in a momentary freeze in time, where the sweet thick passion and burning sensation can be savoured over and over again for eternity... Or... When love fills the heart, the mind's timeline charting expands to an infinitive digit, scattering little plans and dreams and desirable moments along the path?

Or maybe eternity is a myth. It's some deep unfathomable lingo set out to confuse and divide. Heck I'm feeling confused and my brain's divided into trillions of dustballs. I... need... sleep...