Tomorrow will be a new day. Tomorrow the sun will rise. Great, bright, for everyone. And everything will be fine, and we will finally understand that happiness has always been with us, we just loved the pain more, noticed more often. And that those people whom we so desperately searched for, losing ourselves, stood side by side and hugged our shoulders, silently and understanding smiling at all the metamorphoses of the soul. And that any poems are beautiful only when your soul and heart are alive and breathing love into dead words. And that the sun rises every day and this is the greatest miracle given to us. I love you too. And I'm with you.
