If this was my magic lamp

It seems like nothing now.. that i did nothing. that i have been doing nothing..
Waiting seems like a part of my 24 hour existence.. waiting and long ing.. longing for a chance to be something new.. knowing old is what i am.. knowing nothing is what it seemed.. or ever seems.
knowing is not knowing because it is a constant no-ing.

i have to leave.

Fw: Painting