Tomorrow is not promised to all


Have been lost in my faith

Have been lost in my translation

But faith and God are different

Have become to atteunate to express

Mentally dead and sealed

Emotionally detained

Physically erased from touch

Verbose as my imagination no reality

Disconnect from the erase

Recapturing the lost motions

Time not recovereable

But thevnew ending is visble

Locked from the touch

Nexus through my twin

But distance to the movement

Dark and cold with no sunshine

I came appreciate than assume

To love than hope

To forgive than to regret

To live in the best moments

Recently I lost a brother than I lost communications with last year in august and when he passed on I had alot to say but he was no more. Let’s live to our best and not to someone for granted. Tomorrow is not promised to us but a blessing from God

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