Tomorrow's another "big" day for me.
As is the day after... Curious.
I looked at my pharmeceutical pez dispenser,
and saw the pretties the marbles the tinies the
MIIIIRACLES that i'll be ingesting. I found
my head my thoughts to be as deep as that
perscription, and the only things swimming in-
side were the remains, the bones from the things
I'd wish so hard to have (back).
Soon, life will be lived in moments between
knuckle cracks. They'll punctuate the day,
they'll ZIP-lock the morning afternoon evening
and night, well, Night is a different story.
She always has been.
