Tomorrow is a Long Time

Something horrible happens. Your girl leaves you. Your husband dies. The house burns to the ground. Some loon with pockets full of explosives walks into a government building. It changes everything. It changes you. The world isn't the same place in which you were living a day ago. That world from a scant 24 hours prior is gone. And even if it was better, even if everything has changed for the worse, there's no way back.

That's what this is. Things change for the worse tomorrow. Once I show my face, there's no going back. If you warrant attention from me - and trust me, you will know - then you're stuck with me until I decide to move on. And even after I've moved on, or even if I haven't layed a hand on you and you've only witnessed what has happened with your compatriots, the people you've fought with and against, even if it's all second hand brutality to you, once I've moved on, there is no going back to what it was when I had not yet arrived.

Make no mistake about it, I'm not some hooligan that just gets a kick out of hitting some thick meathead with a chair. If you are one of the chosen few who will be my entertainment, I go for the lasting sort of hurt. I don't go for it immediately, I know how to take my time, but when the time comes, you and I, at our most perfect moment together, I will make sure that you will not get past me.

It may not be every day that you remember. If you're particularly prolific, the whole of your future may not be defined by what you do for me. There will be no cartoonish promises about every waking moment et cetera. But I'll never be gone from you. Those times that are your most cherished, those few moments of true solitude, those will be mine to keep. Those will be the times that you won't quite trust the shadows at the corners of your room. It will be visions of me that will be troubling your sleep. This is for what I'm aiming. This is what starts tomorrow. "Tomorrow," for some of you, will be lasting a very long time.