Nearing.

Nearing the end of today...

Nearing the dark night - not tired. The next day is not awaited , but that may be the only way to sooth the sores: sores which were caused by the end of today. Today was great; almost every minute of it. Few minutes were boring, many minutes were of learning.The time past has opened my eyes, I should say. Tomorrow will be a new day, a day which will go a different way. the reason is that today, I started thinking, realising, breaking the mold and wiped the blurred glass and looked through the clean one. The glass isn't clear yet: it will be soon, I'm still at it. The end of the day is always the most enjoyable and unforgettable part. Thinking about tomorrow at that time will be depressive.