It seems that everybody is going to enjoy their lives tomorrow. Tomorrow they will have more money to buy what they’ve never bought. Tomorrow they will have the time to do what they hardly done before. Tomorrow they will experience the moments they’ve been waiting for their whole life.
Everything worth talking about happened tomorrow. But what ever invented tomorrow? The tomorrow that robbed the poor and unsuspecting of their humanity? The tomorrow that said this moment is not the time worth putting effort into, that this moment of experience is the mere shadow of the bona fide?
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wow, beautiful plain speak. thanks i need to hear that, I will consider it seriously tomorrow
…and, in the Great Tomorrow, we just might mourn that we didn’t celebrate the realness of the sunbeams despite the presence of shadows.
Good muse.