Tomorrow will be different. Not like yesterday or today. Because there is purpose in tomorrow. There is a life filled with disappointments, laughter, defeats, triumphs, and love. If only I could make it till tomorrow to breath in the breath of the trees, sing the infectious song of flying pastel angels as they harmonized a symphony of rejoice. A day of second chances, Oh tomorrow I pray for you. That you never witness the concrete stone that today has made of my soul. I will cry tonight and take the presence of the crescent as a promise for a better days to come.
