Nothing happens Today. So I wait for Tomorrow. And I wait, and I wait, aaand I wait!
Until I am living entirely ahead of myself.
Ohhhh but that nothing of Today is so sweet. I could seperate the good from the bad and leave the bad for Tomorrow. And the good is...is soooo sweet!
And I watch the door to Tomorrow, and see the light pouring out through the cracks. I see the shadows pass one by one.
I expect Tomorrow to come through that door with a loaded sawed-off shotgun.
And if so, I would like to think that I am behind the protective wall of Today.
And I am.
