Age...

Vines bind.

Tied to each other.

The more further, we are

the more the pricks pierce in to our skin

Trickling blood.

Warm but

Cold.

what does tomorrow bring,

we only can wept and feel what

today bring to us.

Tomorrow

is now.

Yesterday is now.

Now is forever.

We could only hope that load be unbundled and

grow in to something more then this grief,

an eternal joy.

To live or to die.

today we shall find that answer.

for tomorrow

for yesterday.

and for both we shall find them in today.