Maybe Tomorrow

Since I never thought I would wake up a day and there not be a Michael Jackson on this Earth, it got me thinking about tomorrow. It's cliche to say that it isn't promise. But I am not a child, I know that.

What about my tomorrow, will my tomorrow be anything like the yesteryears when the hardest decision I had to make was what to wear.

Tomorrrow for me is just another road I will travel that willl either prolong or finally changed my life forever....again.

Dam I am so sick of changing my life forever. I am tired of not leaving an invisible existence. I do not have fortune and fame, maybe that is the universe's way of keeping a completely combustible girl like me in a realm of self destruction.
I never hurt anyone but myself, so I am intrigued as to why there is always someone or something at my door testing my ticking time bomb


Maybe tomorrow, I will wake up and all of my problems will be solved or I will wake feeling as if my existence means more than it has of yet. Soon, there will be no more of me left. I have lost my strength, sense of direction, morality, let's be honest dignity, and part of my spark has been extinguished by horrible taste in human beings.

Maybe tomorrow, I won't end someone's life.... but I have to....so which one of your lives shall it be. Either way I am a delayed daffodil in a weed infested garden. (Didn't catch the metaphor? Don't worry you weren't meant to get it.)

Self-Destruction.

Maybe I am too hard on myself but I always thought that ultimately every individual is responsible for their fate.

and tomorrow I will choose my life.

Maybe tomorrow, the world will change but if it doesn't I will always know that I have you... cause I always have.

Black and Blue..... but still.

Dallesia.

Strong.

Determined.

going to live.. not sure whether it will be just me I have to be responsible for.

frustrated with life.

willing to love (every superhero has a weakness)

loves you but Yo no puedo.

alive.

beautiful, black eye and all.....

care, blue heart and all......

in school.

looking at the facts of life.

angry.

amorous.

cry...a little.

my sheets smell like someone who I cannot name and will not because then that makes this whole thing real and not just a bad dream.

replaying the last two days in my mind.

wants the money/the money, the cars/the cars, the hoes??? umm not that part but I just want to/ I just want to be successful.

not over you.

had to delete text messages.

still P.

Did I mention I still have a black eye? Oh I thought so.

looking at me and hell I still smile

My name is Dallesia and i came to get it.

What the hell is a Thursday?

I'm so effin bored that I actually did my frickin laundry, this coming from a girl that wont repeat an outfit in a month....but at least my panties are Gain fresh.

So I am listening to someone explain the ass cheek cleavage.... oh emm gee like what has happened to my life. I no longer am entertained.

Heartburn.

Man I'm just waiting to get outta here.