Eternal Sands of Traveler

My Tomorrow [Poem]

(Mild Cussing Warning)
I'm not in complete darkness this time,
Though I am sitting in the same spot I do always,
And it is late, one clock strike till midnight.
But not near the strange yet beautiful time of 2:26 AM.
Ten twenty one PM is a reminder that someone watched over my chats with someone,
I wish to have my tomorrow go as planned.
I need him to message me tomorrow, and I must go.
It it something I wish for heavily,
As a pollinator wishes it too.
While I sit here,
Surrounded by cards and collections of all kinds,
I wonder,
Why must the tale of a Hydra be false so much.
I understand the trust issues many have,
I understand they don't want to be open to people unless they love the tale of a Hydra,
Yet I feel there's a deeper reason they depict everything with lies.
As I reach for the charger I recognize,
My device is 33 percent, that's 67 away from 100.
I feel as though nobody will ever be completely safe anymore as we step,
Into a new, modern world.
Does everyone wish to step into such a thing, well obviously no,
Some religiously don't want to,
Others feel like me,
A lack of safety discouraging them from wanting much electronics.
All I have it for is music, entertainment and communication.
Other than that, I don't really use it for my personal reasons.
I heard an advert today, it was about a movie containing a certain German country I wish not to name exactly, it bothered me.
There's so many weather conditions, all of which can be dangerous if extreme.
Frog rain, acid rain, hail, blizzards, sandstorms, hurricanes & tornadoes, hell even normal rains and wind can be dangerous at extreme levels.
As I think about tomorrow,
I realize, there's been eyes everywhere since I collaborated with someone,
I began putting them on my letters too, and I don't even know why.
I got help from someone who knew how to conceal letters well while keeping them accessible and in an unexpected location.
I needed to conceal my letters as IEG kept running everyone's pockets if she knew them.
I feel, tomorrow will be busy if it goes as planned.
I metaphorically may have outran that tale of a Hydra.
Strange girl she is.
But who am I to talk, I surround myself with people who have a single similarity with me, all whom of which are as strange, some even stranger than me.
But maybe they're strange because of what's built them, they're two years behind in a meaningless number, while at a greater intelligence than everyone around her, though I may match her intelligence,
And if I do,
That old Hydra tale,
Hasn't recognized me as worthy.
As I write this,
I'm thinking of tomorrow,
Wondering if my tomorrow will go as planned.
After all,
The stars shall align in an oligarchist's favor.
3 over one,
Three fold certainty.
A wise one once told me,
There's waterfalls, ponds, lakes and rivers everywhere, and everyone is the land being shaped by the bodies of water, your scars prove your strength.
And while they are so wise, I can't not wonder why no one realizes this until it's too late.
When the great owl recognizes what I've found out about them,
I'm not sure how they'll react.
And they're no spider, though they lie many times over.
There is a hanging tree out there, however those Sixteen Sanity Killers are the planters of hanging tree's.
The observation of everything is quite expensive and tiring,
Sometimes I wish to stop, and I'm not even at observing everything
Only slight advanced versions of the basics, self taught.
That old Hydra book once wrote to me about how to analyze anything and everything of the people.
I've never used that recipe, though I see its usefulness.
As my eye for observation and knowledge opens wider,
I realize,
The world around me is dying,
Lacking of safety and eyes watching you everywhere,
You're never completely alone anymore.
Even when you're stuck there, in your room alone crying,
You're being watched by a hundred eyes,
You can never escape the carelessness this world has for safety anymore.
I suppose the trade-off is decent,
Communication, entertainment, plenty of stuff on the internet,
But all the while, insecurities shower the show.
Why is it that time is linear and it always moves forward?
So I called them Bail for short,
They didn't like it.
Now that old Hydrac book occasionally calls them by a phrase; “Bail me outa jail”
I wonder why they do this.
Fracturing bones is common in soccer.
Diamond eyes aren't supposed to be dull.
I've passed out while Midnight was there.
She nearly has while I was.
While those Hated Skulls get disgusted by many things, I try not to be their enemy.
They're one heck of a spire,
They've got the strangest value rationals.
That old Hydrac book told me about how they enjoy messing with people, yet have a mother figure personality side too.
Sometimes I wish I could take a walk with Midnight, at midnight.
Many people think the midnight sky is beautiful,
But I think both are.
The time is now 12:06 AM.
I've been writing over an hour, that makes for nearly nine hundred words for an hour.
Not so fast is it?
I know it's not too fast, though I did leave for awhile.
But I do know you can grow up too fast.
I have many wandering journeys, through time, space and my mind and my surroundings.
Though none of them make me as happy as being around the Midnight hour.
Sometimes I recognize that others wish they could have me, but for I want my Midnight hour and only her, until she's gone nobody else can or will have me.
I have forgotten about that old crazy cat lady subject 31.
And some people forget about how much a 0 can really matter,
It's nothing yet something.
It's like the ash remains of a bridge, building or lifeform.
Made to be able to form something great, while the remains of something.
I don't know why that bone pile must watch it all.
I wish my tomorrow will go as planned, and that it will be better than any of 3 specific oligarchist's plan it to be.
L.N.S-T #2 signing off.