Remains Of The Day

Making another step forward, just take a breath... and look back. Even though your mind says no, switch it off for just a single moment to drop a quick glance at the remains of the day. This is the agony of its last minutes. And the new-born day won't care at all that its predecessor has ruined your dream, it will act like prescribed, without mercy, without sympathy. And it will never think that those prescriptions may kill you. So these days are running, threading, laying down in the corners of your memory, pervertedly posing and trying to seduce you in their deadly embrace... And you hit them in the face, hurting them and thus immediately hurting yourself, like they are part of you - but that is something they've already imposed on you.

But even knowing that, it's so hard to run away, to push their sinful caresses aside, to forget them and forever divide your paths.