Waiting. That is all I ever seem to do. I am waiting on a moment, waiting on an epiphany, waiting on a hope or waiting on a downfall. Or I am just waiting for something, anything to happen. Anything to change. Sometimes it is so tense, balanced on a razors edge between anticipation and dread. Other times it is like burying myself in a well of complete darkness, no sounds or sights, just time.

I am not even sure what I am waiting on truly, but I am sure I will know it when it happens. Maybe I will wake one turn and it will be there, it will hit me, and there will be no more waiting. But what then?