Tomorrow

This too shall pass. And all will be well tomorrow. It will be a new day, and imagine all that can happen in just one day. We’ll all say goodbye, and it will hurt, then it will heal, then we’ll smile at the memories. No gain without the pain, my loves. Smile and endure. Only the fool wears her heart on her sleeve, because the heart is never the same, always changing, and one wouldn’t want to give a momentary impression only. There are forces more enduring than that. Pumping in blood, holding just a beat, and a new wave pours in, with a new revelation, a new idea, new air. But remember. What makes it crisp and fresh is the sweet aging scent of what came before still lingering in the corners.