Reflections, thoughts and musings from a West-Miami native ever living in two worlds, with one eye to specifics, and the other on form. Ordinary things, sometimes extraordinary. Presently hawking possessions for bike-money. Such is life.
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
the instrument of our song
The days we have lived, they're no longer ours.
The days ahead belong to no one.
Even today isn't ours...
Today, is only the instrument on which the song of our lives may, or may not be, played.
-XV Oct4 2011
Today is the present future of yesterday and all the days of yesterday are numbered and summed...
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