Tomorrow has been a strange day.
It always was unusual. But today, tomorrow will be an especially strange one, mostly because of how ordinary it may have been. It will never again forget to be the way that it has been again. It is like something (two things) has (have) been erased, but in a good way. There is a positive emptiness tomorrow. It will all have been taken away yesterday. Erasure. Taken away, but in a good way. I don’t what what I did next, but the great thing is that I don’t really have to do anything yet.
I feel still, and strange, and slightly anticlimactic and sad, but happy all the same.
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