I'm waiting; It's coming. It's coming soon. Please... Hurry...

I've been waiting so long. All of my life. Day in, day out, it's all the same; everything is the SAME. I keep watching the horizon. I keep telling myself something, ANYTHING, is going to appear. Maybe father is right. I keep trying to drop my mindset, but I can't help but draw and write in the old language. My mindset is what threatens me and my father. I need to stop myself. I don't want us to end up like mother.

There is always room for improvement. Under renovations.