Sunday, June 17, 2012

Yesterday was the anniversary of tomorrow

Yesterday was the anniversary of tomorrow was the hope of yesteryear. Today is when I think of you thinking of me nine years ago and one day into eternity. I would never be awake this early in the future of my past but I am, oddly, considering that you (a woman) are a ghost (a lady) are a horizon (a human). Sometimes my dreams make me question my reality makes me question my sanity. But truly, my problems are petty compared to last month five thousand and thirty-two half-years into the future and nine years and one day since nine years and one day ago; on the precipice of another love failure, you make me smile (or at least your ghost, your horizon).

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