no matter what comes tomorrow at least there is still you. bombs and fallen leaves and chilled blood and empty wallets and sad smiles willn’t prevent me from at least looking forward to that one tomorrow. days after days and tomorrows past like pages on a book. i will reach that one. the one that i emptied out so many todays for. and it is tomorrow i will come and maybe you will too. maybe both of us.
until tomorrow i will stay awake. because we all know that even if the sun is up and everyone is going to work that tomorrow is still tonight for us. so early in the morning is still tonight. tonight is still today. the calendar has changed but our eyes don’t care. tomorrow will come eventually but not until after we sleep. i will keep the stacks of days gone by in order. neat little rows. to look back upon on another day. that day that day that day.
adrina.
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