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.
Misconception 