I feel like yesterday, actually,
actively,
is that which it supposes to be.
It's so far away that,
perhaps,
the distinction doesn't mean
as much as I may think it does and
it feels disparaging.
Nonetheless,
I don't care so much about all the times
where it's too quiet inside
my head as much anymore and
not enough when i'm distracted by apparent
reality.
I agree.
I don't get it
either.
Score another one
for this life and all of
our abilities to potentially
be
participants in continuation.
I've been told by
someone supremely important
that
tomorrow doesn't exist.
I believe more than I do, did, and
when I don't want
or agree to now
be being tied down by
some circumstance of
existing
in spite of such exquisite consideration.
