A farewell, on the day after yesterday.

I don't know how to start. But I started, didn't I? How is that possible? When you don't know how to but you do and you know you do. Did I?
Here I am. Am I? Where am I? You're there, aren't you? Where are you? I'm here. You're there. Are we? But where are we?

I'm in a crowded place. But everybody's starting to leave now. I plan on staying for a while. I'm in the usual place, but today it's crowded. Same day as a long yesterday ago but today it's different. I'm waiting for a present but it's running late. Do they deliver presents on a 1:25 AM? They do, right? Or am I just stupid? What were you trying to say? Even if it'd be too late, tell me.

Do you love yesterday? I do. Can I hate it now? I was 1 hour and 33 minutes late but how come it didn't come at all? I'm talking about my present here. There are strange things in this world. They happen on their own. Perhaps to tell us that we don't have presents in the first place.

In my mind, an apology keeps on replaying. For me not from me. But it was not yesterday. It was that day same as yesterday. Did you know? Someone was sleeping that day.

Everybody's gone now. Were they happy and fulfilled? Were they lonely? Were everybody given presents? Who knows. I'm sure they'll be back again. On a day, on THAT day, same as yesterday and yesterday ago. It will take a long while again but it will come. And when it comes, please...give me an apology again.

I bid goodbye to yesterday now. I give the lights a wave now. I thank everybody who came and recognized me. I'm grateful for the photographs. I thank me, I'm okay. No, I'll be okay.

I bid goodbye to a Christmas day.

Without you...

But I'll be staying for a while.