The Next New Beginning.

One day, this day I am nothing. All my problems and mistakes have led me here. But tomorrow I am new again. When the clock strikes twelve no one will remember and I will forget. Like a drug this day, of all days, erases the past and allows new beginnings where other days bring only monotomy. And so it comes. And it goes. And it turns out the day is just as monotonous as the one after and before. Until the next new beginning.