11:59 pm
in one minute, or
sixty seconds, or
sixty thousand milliseconds,
today will be gone
and today will be yesterday and
tomorrow will be today.
it's kind of terrifying when you think
about it.
terrifying in the way that everything
you did today- all the
lists you've made
places you've been
things you've touched
songs you've heard
conversations you've had- will
soon become a memory
or worse, it could be forgotten.
lost admits all of your yesterday's.
gone.12:00am
today

YOU ARE READING
Touch the Sky
Poetryfor anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.