Tomorrow!
I have a thousand things to do today
That I will do tomorrow.
Why Tomorrow?
Because Tomorrow never comes.
Tomorrow is never today.
It is always tomorrow.
Every day this empty vessel
overflows with meaning,
creating its own shape ex nihilo;
self confronted by emptiness,
unravels, slightly,
only to reweave itself again
into the tight knot I tie inside,
unwittingly,
the braided strand,
trying to hold all my loose ends together;
Love
Out of the depths of despair
You came and said that you care.
When I look into the windows of your eyes,
I see myself naked and without lies.
I feel your love and it helps me see,
The me that I am told to love as much as thee.
He baits
I cast
He sets the pole
I read my book