In his reality, everything is imaginary.
The dark silent night is lit by the rays of the sun,
And the bright sunny day is engulfed in darkness.
Surely uncertain he sees this dead girl.
Her features are sharp but visions of her are hazy.
His intentions are pure but his mind is contaminated.
He feels this slow painless torture.
Reaches for her hand but unable to touch her.
Secretly, images keep constantly changing in his head.
“If death were to come to this dead girl, will she start living?”
“If I kill her, would it make me a compassionate murderer?”
If only uncertainty is certain..
If only the unquestionable is not questioned..
Her beautiful words reflect the ugly truth.
Clearly confused he disagrees to agree.
Her unbeating heart lets out a quiet scream.
And the noise is broken by the very loud silence…
And so today he plans for what will happen yesterday
For tomorrow already have plans for today
With hopes that one day, long time ago today,
YESTERDAY WILL BE YESTERDAY
