In the middle of the night, I think of unicorns and flying saucers.
When I contemplate tomorrow, there are rainbows and blooming flowers.
I drew them on my journal and pasted all the flashbacks with vintage stickers.
Wishfully thinking, praying that all of my hope will one day be truer.
As I looked outside the window, there is nothing but
silence and light just coming from a lamppost.
Then I asked myself what is tomorrow.
Why do I keep living, dreaming, and waiting
until there are unicorns and flying saucers,
until there is no more misery at the end of the rainbow.
Today, I asked myself why.
Probably, I’ll answer it tomorrow.
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