In the waiting line

Watch as the ground turns as dark as the shadows cast on them and I disappear…when will i stop using "i". where will i start? where will i go? things can never be the same as it is. i stare and watch you burn. you shouldn't have tried and you could have just moved on. but you stayed, i try to hold you and be at my side. but i am tired of running. tired of shedding tears for something that isn't worth it. 


When the time comes, i will catch the small glimmer of light and i would start writing again.