Time is only a figment if the universe's imagination, there is no today because tomorrow is also today, there is no yesterday because yesterday was a today and a tomorrow at some point.
Every day that you have lived (with the exception of the first) and every day you will live (with the exception of the last) will be a today, a tomorrow, and a yesterday.
The only time that has ever existed has been day and night, but even then day turns to night, and night to day.
Our life is literally a loop of days and nights, yesterday's, today's, and tomorrows, destruction and death. Until the very moment you take you last breath.
But, there is beauty in the simplicity of life, the light in the darkness. Which I think is the most abstract and beautiful thing.
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Diary
PoetryIt's a diary. (Mentions of suicidal thoughts) all people mentioned are not real but just a figment of the authors imagination (do not come after me sorry if it's edgy)
