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…
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.