Piece By Piece

Waiting.

We all wait for something or someone at some time.

What do I wait for the most these days? Probably myself. 

I’m waiting for myself to do something. To write something. To create something. I know that’s not the right way to do it. I don’t expect there to all of a sudden be some special spark that triggers this motion. A happening.

I need to chip away. To work at it. To build it piece by piece.