There's an end to every storm.

Tonight as I breathed in all the dust  of yesterday. I dreamed of  freedom and peace. I want my soul to find rest. Give up the life of too much wine and cigarette smoke in my lungs. A life beyond  thunderstorms and  broken glass. all the darkness we lost in the possibility of tomorrow.  As tears dry, flowers  grow.  Accompanying every single step you take.  Tonight as I  breathed in all the dust  of yesterday. In a moment Of pure and raw  silence. I realized,  that tomorrows boundaries  will be crushed.  And we will  finally  be breathing the fresh air we were craving  For so long. -Adina Najana