Yestershows

Fear the dark. What’s lurking in its nothingness. Fear certainty. There’ll be no room to grow. Fear limits. You have to decide whether you conform or not. Fear me. You don’t know what i can do.

Love the sun. Its warmth and glow and comfort. Love the rain. It freshens things up. Love journals. You can still write. Love me. I’m just here waiting.

Miss yesterdays. They’re not coming back. Miss your favorite shows. The only things left are reruns. Miss me? I was never yours.