• Victoria Vasta


People rush across the floor. They rush to pick up their food. To get to their train on time. To get to their meetings as quickly as possible. To run into a loved one's arms. To run away from their problems. And I sit here, patiently waiting in my seat. Watching the time carefully tick by as people run around like ants. They rush to speed up time. To continue life as soon as possible. They watch me and make faces, thinking that I'm wasting my time sitting in a chair. I watch them rush. As they rush their lives away.

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