Thoughts of tomorrow

A Story by joe

People spend so much time worrying about themselves that they forget time;

Surprising and unrelentingly beautiful scarce life

Pretend like everything is going to last forever, so they hide their innate self

for another day, for the right day, all the while knowing that the introvert burns brighter

extrinsic... but yet they still squander away time, as if it is limitless. Even so if it is we are not

To cause ourselves days even years of nostalgia, is a crime... time lost because of something or someone who is still alive, but gone; a ghost in our mind... perpetrators and sabotager's we are... to worry about the arbitrary things in life. Fight about ideas unfitting our philosophy,

To complicate our selves from transparent into someone iridescent

Become our own worst critic with slander and condescension; lower self confidence until we are incompetent to surcome the tangible and undetermined future,

That is the kind of people we are...why? Thought of confusion, ignorant knowledge and intellectual blindness,

Yet never surpassing our own knowledge and contradictions of each other for every morning that passes by...

What is this joyous feeling, moment, this urge to indulge myself in every second of life. Total bliss giving me a flutter of emotions too overwhelming, Having not one moment of control over the pace of my heart.

A momentous day for no apparent reason, but the reason of now knowing you have loved with a love like no other love living to love and be loved.

I believe that is what my souls speaks. Although making every bit of sense it distorts the mind’s capacity for even a structural sense of thought.

The surplus in my hearts heinous fears of losing something not attained. My anguish in dissolution robbing me of heaven’s grasp,

The light not attained by the sun or words that say everything,

To wish for a sight of the heart you can only read, hoping to share this with someone that can be brought into this world, one unlike any other.