“After tomorrow morning nothing’s gonna be the same again, I will wake to my fresh start, to a clean page.” Is there anyone who can really realize that encouragement or is it just me, thinks Steve…

Have you ever feel like everything, but everything is against you and each time you tried to set things right somehow you messed up… Well, you’re not alone Steve does too.

Although nights full of tomorrow’s beliefs, his underprivileged life’s obstacles don’t let him to open that new page to his future life. Still an unlovable husband to wife, unacceptable employee to boss.

He describes a hand which is catching him in the neck and not letting him go. He talks about his weak body slowly falling to the ground. Unavailable to move up an arm or anything. Well, that explains everything, “That hand would be the prime culprit of everything.” he thinks.

His only pleasure, morning coffee not makes him happy anymore, or the love story that he desires to write for long-time won’t be read by anyone. However, they could prove him that he can do stuff, he can “create” too. Life shouldn’t be all about a morning which will delay today’s desires to next sunrise.

To sum up his mixed tape mind, he doesn’t want to believe the fact of his unsustainable meaningless existence.

Steve still hates those mornings. Still keeps on holding that brutal hand instead to break it and start to hold his own hand.

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