Tomorrow

Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day I write about how I'm starting back again. Tomorrow I write about how I start back on again month in only to fall back off again month out. It's the vicious cycle of on again off again that I know all too well, only this time it's with something far less lethal, or at least in the physical sense. It's as though there's a missing piece of my soul that is out there floating around and I can't seem to locate it however hard I try. Perhaps it is because I'm looking in all the wrong places...

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'll write about how I finally opened up the book again and how I could barely get through one short chapter without wanting to close it so quickly. How, on the second day I was able to read through two chapters, and how on the third day I could barely remember what it was that I had read on the first and second days.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'll write about how the attempt to get back on again frustrates me day in and day out because I know that the piece my soul misses so much can only be found if I somehow figure out a way to get back on and this time not fall off.