for all the ghosts that i knew, i promise, you have potential too. tomorrow you will wake up and you will be alright. i want you to smile more and stop being afraid of living. but be quiet enough to listen to god. there is always something to be said about him. stop remembering every single memory like it is now. tell me that you will love fully, with your eyes open. love gentle and kind like the springtime that saved you three years ago when you were desperate and hungry. put your hands together and pray for the universe. pray for the lost people like you and me. hope and pray that you will make it through tonight because tomorrow will be a hell of a lot better than today. 

take my hand.

i will be on my way.