Yestermorrow...................Hack   Author:  33286  Category:(Poetry) Created:(8/7/2004 1:53:00 PM) This post has been Viewed (411 times) —my world will never be the same again— some things can be said every day, for nothing changes as fast as time. —this is the last day of the beginning of my life— Today isn't today so much as yestermorrow, it is a mobius strip, connected and unending that is until cut in the middle, then it is a flat line; a piece of paper laying on a table of contents. —I am a year older today— each day is year older than it was this time last year, as am I, or yourself. maybe God is the concept of time, ultimately not understood as much as the faces of beauty, or the sense of humour belonging to a cat. Speak of the soul as if you knew what you were talking about, and when you hear me sigh think of the wind on the sea, or a child with skinned elbows, it matters not. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click here Scroll all the way down to read replies. Show all stories by   Author:  33286 ( Click here ) Spring is coming