Only tomorrow knows what you went through to make it to tomorrow. Only tomorrow knows tomorrow. Repetition of the mind hovering over voices that scream not sure which is louder? Was it my own voice above the call of voices in my own head or was it the ears of those people in my head who created the voices that listened to me that day? Only I will know. The I is greater than the Me. The me as a whole is represented by the brave audacity to keep trying some days or other days stay nestled in bed wishing a hole in the ground would suck me in. Only tomorrow knows if it will. Dare I say anything?