The next day.
The following day.
The day after.
Always a page to turn,
a new paragraph to read,
a new chapter to start.
A new book in the series.
The pages are a constant.
The print on the paper is a constant.
Opening our eyes the next morning is a constant.
Our first breath before we speak is a constant.
There’s always a carriage.
The waves need the ocean.
The tides need the moon.
Our feelings need the voice.
Our soul needs the heart.
A kiss needs a recipient
An embrace needs a body
People need each other.
