Super human. This breath of life, this something, this something possessing this body of mine.
I wake up at 7:30am, lying in bed, hating the cold.
This breath of life, it’s 7:50, trudging and changing in 10 minutes.
I’m up for 8 hours working, working, sitting and thinking.
I go home and lift boxes and boxes, from memories of high school to 22.
It’s superhuman, I wash clothes, pack sales and post products by 10.
I don’t know what I am, but something must be super-human, in me. Not, me- but something possessing me.
It’s this breath of life. Oh, tomorrow. Tomorrow.
I sit again, it’s 11:28 pm.
Oh Tomorrow tomorrow.