My today is your yesterday,
your today is my tomorrow –
another day, please?!
Well, we shall have to borrow
one from the past,
or one from the future,
to make today –
to sew in a suture.”
Ah, words, the weapons of wit that come sharpened, and softened; filled with pain, or wisdom, or the reflections of time; words spoken in jest, in empathy, in the act of teaching or reprimand. Words, not such a little thing as only, unless only represents such as all things, and is only all.
–It’s late, and my mind has wandered down dark paths, seeking the wavering light of a single lamp in the darkness of empty streets, full forests, and the last words out looking for a party.
Hey, it’s already tomorrow, and I wasn’t ready! Come back, come back, and unsay, or bend it back, or somehow make a tomorrow for my today.
“Oh, no! My word! My words! My friend!
My today is your yesterday,
your today is my tomorrow –
another day, please?!
Well, we shall have to borrow
one from the past,
or one from the future,
to make today –
to sew in a suture.”
G:)
to sew in a suture
a stitch of the future
Indeedy! Anyway, only my words, and I hope that my words don’t hurt you. G:)
Ah, words, the weapons of wit that come sharpened, and softened; filled with pain, or wisdom, or the reflections of time; words spoken in jest, in empathy, in the act of teaching or reprimand. Words, not such a little thing as only, unless only represents such as all things, and is only all.
–It’s late, and my mind has wandered down dark paths, seeking the wavering light of a single lamp in the darkness of empty streets, full forests, and the last words out looking for a party.
Words 💚
May your rest be restorative – May your waking bring you joy. G:)