sleep very well, and when i do, my horizontal times are usually fraught with odd and sometimes dissociative dreams. Probably need to change my life habits, LOL.

at any rate, during these downtimes, i often write posts in my head, usually forgetting them the minute i wake up. i suppose that i should keep pen and paper handy to jot down what is percolating around my at times disjointed and disgruntled grey matter, but hey, sometimes it is just fun to make stuff up and then get on with the next thing, you know?

an ending, of sorts, is about to happen, and i am ambivalent about my feelings towards it. on one hand, sadness will prevail, but on the other, a sense of self-preservation is taking hold, a sense that i have not had these many years, and that, i think dear reader, is a good thing.

i have made myriad mistakes over the last year, some of which snuck up on me, others that i ignored them whilst staring them in the face, and yet more that i let happen thinking the outcome would be different. fine line, i guess, between madness and genius. seem to have not crossed that line, but obliterated it at times.

need to rebuild. need to recoup. need to refresh, renew and regroup. grand re-re-re-re opening.. LOL.. Bob’s Burgers for reference. and my apologies for my digression.

i saw Swan Lake last night. first time at the ballet. the skill of those performers was truly incredible. wasn’t sure what the story was, but i enjoyed it nonetheless.

at any rate, on the subway home, yes, i do take public transportation, i saw a poem on the walls. our transit authority encourages people to submit writings, etc and i quite enjoyed this one.

it was called ‘Tomorrow, Always’

in going over it in my mind whilst not sleeping, i re-wrote it a bit. you see, tomorrow, is never tomorrow, it is always today.

so,

live today, like it will be your last

because today only becomes

yesterday

and is lost

live today giving

all you can

because yesterday can’t be brought back

tomorrow never comes,

it only becomes today

another day to live, or die, but

always today

i know that i left the tracks back there a while ago, about the original thought process behind this post, but that poem spoke to me, in a way.

anyhow, until i see you again, when you grace me with your presence and your patience,

i bid you, as always,

peace