Yesterday is when I will really need what I have now, and what I have now is what I will need tomorrow. Food will only satisfy my hunger until I an full and than loneliness might take over.
Peace is when war is over, and love is when hate is at war.
No happy medium will ever concur. Claustrophobic in the gutter they lay, searching for greater means of transportation. My shoulders sag down, my heart sinks. My body has become a cold undying sweat that unearths my being. Then I look down shaken by the changing geo that surrounds me, my reflection beams from the ground .