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.