Tomorrow…

Octavio Paz once wrote, ‘Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone.’

There’s something about waking up on saturdays, it just feels as if the world decides to spin a bit slower…
I long for the days when waking up like this felt like being softly kissed by the daylight just for me to live another bright day.

But today, as I felt the place next to me unsleepen, I could only think of being alone. As I realised every little thing I once wished for is now slowly drifting away from me. ‘Cause what if tommorow becomes today, the sun has come out, the cobwebs are cleared away…and still it feels as if she’s more than a day away?