Tomorrow is a thought away –
a hope, a wish, a distant goal
with all the world to support
and embrace to make all that
kinetic potential eventually
Yesterday is a melancholic dream
filled with golden edges and
foggy memories. All the sweetness
taken for granted
to try to reclaim and recapture
Today is reality.
Hard and cold with sharp edges
of what is. Boundaries to be
confined by. Boundaries swathed
in dreams, but never a place
left unnavigable entirely if
we try.


About E

Even as a child, I read voraciously. Writing has always been a natural outlet. Sometimes bordering on macabre or edgy, I was not always safe and even today I look at some of my writing and raise an eyebrow. Read me at your own risk. I am but a 30-something professional (don't ask a professional what, for I won't answer!) who spends nights as a dreamer and sometimes writer.
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