Tomorrow, a day which is never here.
Suspense of a day gone by.
Anticipation of the next waking moment.
Depression of your last breath.
At one point it all exists as one.
Warped together into something unknown.
It's all so perfect for just one split second,
if you miss it, you'll never know.
That one moment when you know that something is right or wrong.
That moment came, and I caught it.
And I want to keep that feeling forever.
Syadin Domiscus
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-3/
