Tomorrow Nothing Will Be the Same

The day is about to end - so suddenly. I finish reading a thin book. It’s late. I still think of the well-ending story. Its content was uncomplicated and straight. The air behind the window is fresh, Stars look curiously in my little room - The guests know exactly my address, They often light up my dark bedroom. The night is about to end – so suddenly. I can’t still fall asleep. I see stars pale. I try to hold on somehow till morning. Tomorrow nothing will be the same. I try not to remember what happened, The will be no good ending for me. No, no, I really don’t feel offended. Just nothing will be the same. Let it be...