Day TWO : Tomorrow is not today.

Day Two : January 4, 2010 : Monday

The sky looks dreamy
and I feel magical under the tree,
thinking of the shadows that it must be casting upon me.

I have given the moon my hours of sleep;
it is impossible...
I can feel this strong force under my skin;
it makes sleep impossible.

I am frightened. (I am a coward?) I don't want the sun to come up...
The moon has been my muse.
And niether ladies nor lake would have me here, nor keep me company.

To the west, to the west...
And still, I'm heading to the west,
through grass, and mud, and trees a like.

It was horrible and I am frightened
that when the sun comes up and greets me,
I will find out that tomorrow is an extension of today.

And more than anything, I hate for this day to extend.