there is nothing in me but the desire for people to be people, for people to see people as people, and to know that this was and is a world worth fighting for.
there is hope, my god, for all the times we’ve been stubborn enough to destroy it, we have maintained it in equal measure. there are people, real people, out there with home in their hearts and you in their future and believe me, dear, they’ll love you as I love you: fully and deeply and truly, a bond between the living, the existing, the real.
oh, little one, if only you could know how much there is and will be for you. if only you could see the light that will fill their eyes when it finally clicks, when their lives intertwine with yours, when you enter their world and make it for the better. they will love you– fully and deeply and truly– and there is so much of you to love.
tomorrow, it’ll be 3 months and 18 days since i’ve last been in an institution.
i hope everyone’s been doing okay.