Tomorrow- is nothing but a myth.

A lie, via time-

I know yesterday, I know today!

Yet, when the clock strikes

midnight- tomorrow ‘never’ comes.

In reality, it's just a ‘new’ today- and the 'old' today; turns into yesterday...

Therefore, tomorrow; is indeed the ‘unknown’ the ‘unreal.’

What will it bring?

I don’t know?

The ‘new today’ (disguises itself, as tomorrow) it could bring joy tragedy, bliss or grief.

Time, does not care how you feel or what your plans were!

Not sure.

Never sure.

If things will be “okay?”

I just try to be, prepared...

Benz

2:22:20

Heartbreak used to be a word

I’d heard in movies

always the scene with

the pretty girl with

the smeared mascara

and the high heels and perfect dress

but heartbreak for me meant

getting up in the morning

was a struggle of its own

showering meant losing me

and losing you

all together

all at once

It wasn’t pretty

as neither was I

i used to think

that if i shut myself off from everyone -

that if i didn't let them get close -

that i wouldn't get hurt

i used to think

that if i gave no one the key

to the door of my heart

that it wouldn't get broken down

i used to think

that it didn't hurt

to be alone

but it does

i used to think

that i -

that i didn't hurt

at all

i used to think

and look where it got me

so i stopped stopping to think

and i lived

His head lays against my chest, his hair soaked with blood that stains my shirt. I see his eyes, red instead of white, teary instead of dry. He lifts his hand to my cheek, fixing a piece of my brown hair behind my ear.

¨You...I..I...can´t...leave...you.¨ Speaking makes him cough up blood, that spills out of the corner of his mouth and down his neck.

¨Shh. Don´t speak.¨ I feel the knot in my throat as words come out. I already know the truth. He´s going to die, but I tell myself it isn´t true.

¨I.....m...¨ His hand begins to slide down my face, touching my lips. ¨sorr..y¨ His hand falls heavy into my lap, my world falling with it.