It's yet another day, another chance for another beginning.
New beginning is old now. New is only new once. Age happens to all.
What's new?
But happenings. Happenings are always new. The moment. The now. Now, that was a will. Happens, and as soon as it comes, becomes old. As fire passes through papyrus, glows red for a moment and turns to ash...
But that glow... is all we have, the rest is a twist of our imaginations, and regrets, hopes and tears... stimulation for so many emotions, and the links, the ropes.. that keeps yesterday as alive as tomorrow.
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