Yesterday,
I loved every little part;
Every perfection,
Every imperfection,
Embraced it all as one,
And smiled and felt enlightened.
My self-conscious friends,
My pessimistic ways,
All cast aside to see,
Just how stupid and ignorant,
We all are,
And all can be.
Today,
I marvelled at things,
I don’t usually see.
Visited new places,
Laughed and loved,
Even more,
Of those stupid little things,
The thoughts,
The memories.
So why,
Tonight,
Do none of those things matter?
Why can I discard,
What I care about most?
Why do none of the joys,
Override the mistakes,
That I am again reminded of,
As wounds,
Old and new,
Are prodded.
Why must the
