Waiting for Death

I've noticed humans can not really wait. Sometimes they are just don't want to be late or miss something.
Then it comes out really, how deeply they can shaken if they miss someone, and that someone is late.
Oh, the time passes to slowly!
I've already waited so much...
And? Does it worth it?
Then don't whine. It is always good to wait. You can think and imagine through it. Always a pleasure, even if its a little...spiny.
People suffer, and cry. Do i have to tell i've been waiting about 3 weeks for her?
Oh, she's not a simple girlfriend. Or a lover. Or "my everything". I can describe her this way: my Death.
Can i escape- no, the question is wrong. Do i want to escape? Even if i can, i don't want to.
Not in a parallel universe, or through a wormhole, with spicy meatphysics.
Be patient and tell yourself: you are talented in waiting and sharing ideas with yourself about future, self-consciousness, and practie your most strangest smile to surprise the other.
Whatever, be cruel to yourself and then life won't suceed with it.