WHEN TOMORROW NEVER CAME
hopes built up high like a threshold believing in infinite possibilities in bold even as the fortune teller foretold tomorrow, a sailing ship in the open cold fallacies and dreams in sync our lives ends but in a blink we hold on to tiny threads of hope death comes in gallop, then elope a realty…. a far cry in spontaneity yet still, we base our belief in agility nothing is promised, not even our breathe only the lucky ones are decorated with wreathe a future you may not feature a picture laced with series of acupuncture no one gets out of life alive death whispers to individuals in aside the tomorrow we labored for, we will not see humanity is already lost at sea death is the only true friend we have others are just manipulators starved @talk2leigh (X & insta) 10:47pm 13 Oct 2026
