a metaphor about being patient lol okay bye.

i see my future on the horizon. it is beautiful. everything i have ever wanted. but it is on the horizon, and i am here, a million miles away. i run as fast as i can towards the horizon, misery weighing down my bones, but the horizon gets no closer.

the earth rotates and the sun becomes a moon and the horizon creeps closer, but only slightly, even though now i am not running, i am beating up my typewriter, forcing it to type words that i am certain i will soon throw away. but the horizon is closer, though only slightly, than it was yesterday, and that makes me happy, only momentarily, because i see the horizon, and on the horizon i am joyous, but i am not on the horizon, i am here, in my dark bedroom, typing words  with my typewriter, and i am far from joyous. 

tomorrow the horizon will be closer than it is today, but if life continues the way it is continuing now, then i will be less happy tomorrow than i am today, as i am less happy today than i was yesterday, and that pattern is not new, it is old, though i know that one day, the day i finally reach the horizon, i will be happy, but today i am not, and tomorrow i also will not be, but one day i will be.
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tomorrow has come and the horizon has inched closer, inched, but i still have a million miles to go.
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