"Is it tough to say, 'Wait'? I don't know when, but the strings are loosening. Winter, summer, autumn – why can't I feel them? Perhaps I'm just selfish to look up at the sky and say, 'Stop. Don't get darker; just wait.' I want to talk. The words are just making their way, but time's urge is to stop them. The stone-ground steps are holding me back. I want to feel you, hug you. Is it wrong to be desperate for love? If the world stops, I want to share a few words. Please, ask them to stop. I want to talk. Is it hard for you to 'wait'?"