One Day, Diary
One day, Diary, I will stand again. I will be the one they think of when trying to remember it. After all, I really did do something with myself, me.
One day, Diary, someone shall regret this. You know it. So do I.
One day, Diary, the sun will come up and an even brighter dawn than this one will shine through my lids, waking me, telling me, 'It is time. Open your eyes.'
One day, Diary, I will stand again and I will fight.
One day, Diary, when it is all over, gone, perished into wind blowing through trees in the last forest east form the sea, weeping for what once has been, then, Diary, remember it.
When that day comes, you, Diary, are me. You remember when I have ceased to be.
One day, Diary, not too far from now, my body may still linger, but I will never be me again.
I am not the same today, Diary, as I was yesterday.