Tomorrow
the end of today
the
end of the year
the end of love
the end of loves lost
the end
of grieving for people, passion, and poetry
the end of burying my head in
the sand
the end of pretending
the beginning of something fresh,
like vegetables and water
the beginning of developing relationship
capabilities
the beginning of doing what I feel
the beginning of
really feeling what I’m doing
the beginning of a new, more improved me
consisting
of:
reflection
caution
-less?
Development
Symmetry
Warmth
Thought
The ability to dive head first, no
whammies, and being ready for the consequences
to not succumb to macbeths
soliloquy, to control my bouts of apathy and to fully personify the notion that
i am living.
i am REALLY living.
"To-morrow, and to-morrow,
and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to
day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our
yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out,
brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor
player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the
stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by
an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
