Still Trying

I have waited long enough.

I am tired of having to wait.

To sit and think about the things that I no longer can bring.

This is becoming hard for me to achieve.

It is just like breathing.

It is required, but sometimes I wish I could stop.

Then realizing that one day it might.

I am okay with that.

That is at least what I say to the light, as it goes down at night.