Impossible to reason.
August 23, 2009
I often find myself coming to terms with the disappointment of tomorrow.
Like a clock ticking, closing each day with it’s final clicks and whirrs until time stops and today fades into yesterday, archiving all the hopes and prospects of tomorrow which become the memories and disappointments of the past. With bated breath it burns like fire to feel that something missed its mark, and this solitude left behind burns like a black-hole in your chest, sucking out all of the prospect and positivity you could hope to encompass.
Tomorrow comes, bringing new hope and prospect, new desire, new feelings that hope to flush out the remnants of whatever disappointment has been archived into the pages of yesterday as the scars carved into your heart slowly heal a little more as you prepare your dark canvas to be slashed once again by the disappointment of today.