Someday, I promise, I won’t care this much about the alpha and omega of our selves. Someday, I won’t wait all day and repent all night, hugging pillows and lachrymose wishes this way. Someday, I promise, I will change. Someday, I will be alone and still won’t shed noiseless tears of loneliness. I’ll rise above passions, expectations, abandon and futile redemptions. I’ll ascend over and beyond the space you tell I have stolen away. It won’t matter even if you mar slash munch shred me into pieces. The fragments of me will still gather the broken me up again. It won’t matter even if you bend me more than I can bow and break me in the process, your love games won’t enervate me anyway. I will have discovered my own saccharine anecdotes by then. Someday, I won’t be afraid to be myself. Someday I’ll make you so used to me, that you wont believe that I can go my way. Dear life, someday, I will grow, even if I don’t learn the sister-sleeping rules of your fucking game.