I’d like to Scribble down words to recapture what my soul could be made up of today
Because yesterday was a breach of tomorrow’s that never happened.
Yesterday my skin held captive millions of geese that pecked the bruises raw until they could break free.
Yesterday, the phrase tomorrow was my religion.
A sanctuary of what has yet to come thoughts trying to seclude each tomorrow as something different.
My yesterday’s tomorrow’s never existed in the realm of things but rather inside pipe dreams.
In that dream there was no search for this moment. Just yesterday’s and tomorrows.
So when the skies curtains pull out from underneath me and the surface doesn’t quite add to how I’m feeling I will cling onto my today’s because

What else is there to loose?