my way

my way that which provides my will to live is the premise of 'tomorrow'. i realize there is only now, but cannot leave it at that, for fear i will die when this moment expires, so must ever live for the next. this seems beyond his comprehension, i don't know why nor how to change it. this is my survival skill, i count on the morning sun while yet in the throes of my midnight hell. i live it the only way that works for me. 01-02-11 ©tlp 2011