Wait

I wait.

The waiting is good.

I do a lot of things which I like.

Listen to music.

Crochet something if I am carrying my bag.

Work if I am not too bored and tired.

Read something.

Write something.

Eat my food.

Follow up my to do list.

Sleep.

Meditate.

Rest.

Get emotional.

Reminisce in memories.

Daydream.

Argue with myself.

Message people when necessary and very rarely also when not necessary.

The wait gets over. I continue with my schedule.

Sometimes, waiting doesn't seem to end.

I simply hope.

I keep hoping.

I urge myself to hope.

I tell myself that hoping is good.

I tell myself that I shouldn't ever give up.

I promise myself that I won't give up because if I am still breathing, somewhere someone hasn't given up on me yet.

Thus, I hope, I hope and I hope.

And yes,

I wait.