JOURNAL

No photo today/tonight.

Everyone is drinking the Kool-Aid.

No one is honest, forthright, or real by nature.

Tomorrow I won't know, I hope
I dream, I imagine, tomorrow yesterday's tomorrow never comes
Tomorrow's yesterday rolls in as a flood
drowning, inescapable, untouchable
Keystrokes and string plucks
kickdrums and bass drum pedals
petals, my own hope
I won't
know
Tomorrow