Tomorrow...

Tomorrow comes fast. It gains swiftly upon the slow, hungry to run them over. It's oblivious to the anxiety of its arrival. It charges ahead, rushing to do its job.

End.

I've given over to the funny declarations that the life that is expected doesn't always come to be. It's a way to allay the further manisfestation that what you want in life will never be. It's the cruel confirmation that for you it is not what you want. The heavy exhortations of those close to you serve simply to suffocate whatever internal motivation to find out your own path.

April Fool!

What did you think was going to happen? March ended and nothing changed. Don't believe the fantasies. Life is only a harsh rebuke. Suffer and shrivel! In life we bleed. April Fool!