I have a thousand things to do today
That I will do 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,
only to reweave itself again
into the tight knot I tie inside,
the braided strand,
trying to hold all my loose ends together;
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.