I live in a world of broken tomorrows and empty yesterdays. i live in a state where the now is saved for later, where today is put on hold for better weather. why did i place today so high up? i cannot reach it from the ground and the stool cannot be used, for its save for tomorrow. looking back i can only see blanks.

i try to get the plans to flow through but a disturbance causes conflict. cancel. cancel. cancel. why even arrange? point it out a minute late. notice it when all else has ended. was it me? what do i fix? how do i become when i can't improve? lay out the stones one at a time and don't forget to seal them down. go ahead and step away for the moment, and don't forget to return. hopeful wishing clouds my mind. i cannot figure it out, they say tomorrow, but what about today? too busy for now, but always there for tomorrow. when will tomorrow translate into today, when will the dark clear. Tomorrow.