Tomorrow

Our inevitable doom hollows out what would be a person.
Barbarically taking things forcefully like its our's to begin with. 
Can we just stop.
For a moment.
Stop dealing with ordinary love and start giving exceptional love.
What if, for a day you could have an actually wonderful day?
No flaws, just joy. 
I hate to be the barer of bad news, but that's impossible.
Real happiness lays beyond what we can achieve. 
No one can truly make you happy.
Despite the cliches and the phrases, there is only one peace.
There is one love that is the origin of all the love we have.
There is only one life that gave us ours.
And it can be taken away so easily.