Black or White

Or maybe a shade of gray, perhaps?

Tomorrow the new me will wake up, and today's body will be left behind.

I have high expectations of him and I hope he will be different from what I am today.

All the shades of colours, like the golden leaves during the autumn, will fall down to cover the blemishes on the barren soil.

He will cleanse the previous body with his own hands.

I think I am getting carried out already.. ( - . - ' )

What I am trying to say is, with every morning we wake up we are shedding away some parts of us.

Why can't we remember everything we did yesterday?

Why can't we remember some promises we have made yesterday?

Why can't we remember the colour of the night sky we adored so much yesterday?

We are slowly breaking apart. Cracking, shatters, leaving behind a new, refined form of us.

We are constantly changing. We learn from mistakes and we prefer new things over older stuffs.

This is what being a human is.

We will appear everyday looking different from how we may look like yesterday.

I wish I can record everything so I won't lose anything.


Beauty is only transient, in a flash it will wilt away.

I won't let a beautiful scenery fade away in memories.

Then I can wake up to tomorrow's light anew.