I lost myself to tomorrow. The days landed like little birds and carried my life away. I'd lit a candle so tomorrow could find me -- since the night was restless and dreamless -- but I'd used the hours of my life to feed the flame. I ate bread and meat to keep my strength up, to be ready when He came. But my own flesh is all I had for food. I never made it till dawn. I'd stoked the fire with my last few bones, and used my skin to build a shelter. When He found me, there was nothing left. The little birds had taken it all away. I'd lost myself waiting for tomorrow.