There’s something about tomorrow
I don’t know what it is
Maybe it’s because I call and it never answers. 
Patience. 
I Wait. 
Like a wave yearning to break, 
To curl, unfurl, crumble and reach the shore. 
It leaves me wondering, guessing, 
What tomorrow’s doing
Where it’s going, who it will bring,
I sit and I wait. 
I watch the horizon. 
I wait for the water to rise and breach
But tomorrow never comes. 
So I guess I’ll stick to now,
For as sudden and passive as it actually is,
It’s the only wave I ever really need.

Feature image by Fiona Lee Peters Photography. Above Image by Seapixels.ph shot in Bali