9 Jan 2015
Today is the opposite of yesterday.
Same as yesterday is the opposite of now.
It's raining.
The sun was almost to hot to bear.
I'm laying on the couch writing this.
I was out walking the dog.
I'm listening to music.
I was listening to music.
Yesterday with the sun beating down on my face I found myself enjoying walking the dog.
Music pumping in my ears.
Legs burning but the good kind of burning.
A tan boy walks out of a driveway and across the street then runs back again pitching to a cricket stump.
He caught my eye and we looked at each other for a moment before looking away.
I should be out there today.
Walking past him.
Catching his eye but I'm sitting inside.
I enjoy the rain but I assume the tan boy wouldn't be practising today because of it.
The dogs lead just hangs on the verandah untouched today.
No point in going.
I hope tomorrow the sun scorches the side walk and the tan boy decides to go outside.
I hope I decide to go for a walk because tomorrow might be the opposite as today, same as today was opposite to yesterday. I want yesterday and tomorrow to be the same.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
