Tomorrow

Past, present, future.

No matter what stupid mistake I did,
or what stupid decision I took,
here we are, again.

The past year has been a joyous wonder.
The present is just filled with eager.
For the future I don’t need to ponder.

I have loved and learned,
and so I will continue to love and to learn.

The past is unchanged,
the present will pass,
but tomorrow is going to be okay.

For my love that stays, thank you.
For my love that stays, see you.
For my love that stays, I love you.

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And I hope to stay with you for all tomorrows.

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Tomorrow

Words

We are blessed with words.
To express, to communicate.
Much stronger than swords.
To retaliate, to reciprocate.

An extension of our thoughts.
An expression of our feelings.

Words bring people closer,
words bring people apart.
Words to lure people in,
words to push people out.

So why are words mightier than swords?
Because it’s the abstract product of thoughts.

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, race in our minds.
Words, words, words, jump out from our thoughts.

Then silence.
Cue brain process.

Action-reaction.

Words are perceived.
Perceptions are processed in thoughts.
Thoughts are delivered in words.

The Möbius strip.

Words are free to be written,
words are free to be interpreted.
But words will never ever represent a human being.

Humans are more than descriptive words.
Angry words, venomous words, sad words,
happy words, gleeful words, love words.

And words are my only weapon.
To use well to spread love and kindness.
Or to use poorly to spread venomous hate.

So these are my words.
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To celebrate my 100th post.

Words