The time always comes

Gently waiting, softly watching, as the time draws near. It could be now, all I have to do is take that step. Yet, I stand still. It makes little difference if I go now or not. One more moment, one more thought. I know I will go. It is only a matter of time. The time always comes.

Its time to go to bed again. I know it is time, but I have a hard time giving in some nights. I usually have to look at one more website, or work/play 10 more minutes. Some times I find myself looking at a blank page searching for the words to write. Tonight is one such night. I have little to write about, but If I have nothing to write then I should just go to bed.