It's been nearly a
month now.
And I mark my days in
numbers.
Almost as if to remind me,
that my days are also numbered.
The numbers mark a new phase of my life, a new
place of development.
And the numbered dates are
in a way, comforting.
Number, slash.
Number, slash.
Number, slash.
The pattern repeats
consistently.
In a way it's almost
invariably and monotonously
sickening.
The numbered dates remind me that
Today
is exactly like Yesterday,
and Tomorrow is
exactly like Today.
It's this sick and twisted cycle that I
can't seem to break.
So I think for now,
I'll spend all of my
Todays thinking of
three reasons why Today
is not Yesterday.