Word of the Day: Tomorrow

It is not today that worries me, but tomorrow. Today is predictable and pretty with a slight chance of cold. Yesterday was warm and fuzz like a Chia Latte sliding down my throat. Right now in the moment I’m blinded by the colliding cosmos withing my mind. They circle around, crashing into neuron after neuron changing my direction and mission by the nano-second. When today becomes tomorrow there will be one less neuron to realize that time has passed.