For every day that passes,

I pity my

tomorrow's yesterdays.

: mistakes are made

every step I take

then whited out with

your ohsopale presence

and it feels so good

to have a fresh slate

each and every morning.

And when I see your words

on the blue glow scream

and know that the face

I am painting is yours,

I realize that this motion is familiar.

I once did this to scare people away

and while then, I lived knowing

I would die some day (soon) …


I Live For Tomorrow's Yesterdays.