Will it be okay OR

Do you mind if I look like this. Bittered and unknown of what the tomorrows might bring. Joy no more on my lips, a light frown playing on my forehead. To qoute Callas: 'Solla, perduta, abbandonato' I start to realize that I cannot trust myself no more. Solla, perduta, abbandonato... it sounds like a good motto for the tomorrows to come My oath - It will be okay.