two years ago i read a book about leonard cohen titled “yesterday’s tomorrow”. ever since then I have reevaluated just how we live our days. never a fan of regrets I’ve come to embrace yesterday’s tomorrow as an opportunity to rejuvenate. sure., the events of the day past were probably shit but why dwell on…
Tag: tomorrow
poem mso.
night time skies beautiful blue eyes; dusk blown kisses individual misses; a scornful sparrow gone is yesterday’s tomorrow; light morning rain her forgotten name; tangled white sheets to empty grey streets; his unmade bed in her messed up head.
static confusion. 