If I can just wait until tomorrow.
What is the use of waiting for tomorrow?
Am I waiting for you?
But is that enough?
If waiting for tomorrow will only bring tomorrow’s tomorrow.
Which will end in vain.
Which will just be nothing more than tomorrow.
When I don’t miss you anymore.
When it’s not new anymore.
Do I dread that day where everything’s mundane again because the cathexis of our tumultuous love has run dry.
Because the veil that once covered our eyes so surmountingly….
Has uncovered that anticlimactic haul.
The major epiphany of the story of our lives.
The apparition of our intent.
It’s you.
It’s me.
It’s all of us to the core of it:
We don’t know what we want…
We never knew…