Maybe Tomorrow Knows

Maybe Tomorrow Knows

Writing prints thoughts, feelings, ideas, dreams.

Some thoughts I rather keep to myself never to be read or heard, then they’ll never be known.

Some feelings I stuff in a hole of my heart vanishing from my blood not seeing the light of white paper.

Some ideas do ignite only to be blown away by my insecurities before the image been typed, given no breath to be.

Some dreams I rather never dream again, even less giving them an identity for they have no right to form before me.

Yet they return at the sight of the sunset hoping to escape through a phrase, a poem, a story to touch a wordless soul letting them know they are not alone.

I am in control of my reality, so I think, therefore I put them all in my pocket till the glow of the sunset is gone for I know they will fall asleep within me.

I wonder, will these thoughts, feelings, ideas, dreams will actually exist to see the dawn of day?

Maybe Tomorrow knows.

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