Tomorrow and Tomorrow...

Each and every day I dread the tomorrow.

Tomorrow is one more step into the unknown, one more step towards the abyss. I grasp at the rope I have tied around my waist. It's still there. I sigh in relief and continue on towards my doom.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is one step closer to an old friend of mine. He was there at my birth, whispering into my ear, soon. He has been at my side ever since, though I do not see him. It is only when he does his job that he makes himself known to me.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is one step closer to losing my rope. My friend is behind me, hacking away at it. I wish he would stop, but both he and I know it is his job. And when I have been freed from the rope, that will be the time to join him.

Tomorrow.

I will continue on into the tomorrow, until there are none left.