Desperate

Waiting. waiting. Waiting...... Sometimes, waiting is all I do. I wait for you to be a man. I wait for you to take responsibility for your actions. I wait for you to fulfill the promises you make. I wait for you to grow up. I wait for you to be passionate, alive. I wait for you to get your shit together and all the while, the tunnel seems to get longer. I am tired of being miserable. Tired of waiting. I want my creativity back. I want the color back in my words; in my hands. I want the weight lifted from my heart. I want the stress to melt away. It's only the begining of January, But from where I'm standing, it's been winter for a long time. I want summer back. I want the heat, the light, the energy. I need the electricity, the static in the air that comes with summer. The assurance that each day WILL be good, not only the hope that it may be. We hope for the future because we live in the past, And as a result, we get nothing out of the present. Nothing but dry, gray cold. I was not designed to live this way. Time is up.