“Write about the future when the past was bad, but today was good.”
Yesterday was the oldest day I ever had. it swam and buried the sky in a wet year the moments were patches of passing unlifted was the day so burned, it shriveled with no passion in the oven, tasteless and runny, chalky and crude.
Today sits up and breathes away the holes it moves infinite and speedy like love, packing neatly into minutes so fresh. Controlled and clear, today bundles my mind. Today, the harvest is freckled with red kisses.
So, I raise a glass to the tomorrow, It preps the table holding all strings all presents wrapped frozen for sweet and shy it may melt, sizzling and drumming it may fold and we may only trickle through, casting the black aside and white in, all for the undone days.
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