What am I waiting for? Nothing. Who am I waiting for? No one.
I'm very close to a goal I set last year. So close. And yet I can't see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel. I just see the tunnel. Darkened and endless. I'm in it trying to decide to go forward, sometimes wanting to go backward. (Usually wanting to go backward.) (God, I want to go back.)
I'm talking to myself. The only person who will listen, I reckon. Everybody leaves.