If I Only Knew Tomorrow

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If I only knew tomorrow, I would write it in a big piece of paper, color it’s boarder with fortress surroundings smelling like a lavender. It would be full of sacred words and dedicated to Mrs Butterfly. It would describe the lessons of yesterday and telltales of today and images of tomorrow on a thin piece of paper stuck in the library of lessons. But I don’t know tomorrow. I just envision it to be the food in my refrigerator, biscuits in my cantina, paper flowers in my corridor of wonders, the big pendulant on the street corner dance, a glass of water on my bedside table inside the prepaid package yet to be delivered.

©️ Angela Aguiar

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The light bulb at the confession booth that was switched off by the innocent ride transporting self. The adventure of a lifetime of an unexpected perpetuating causality.

©️Angela Aguiar