You came into this world kicking and screaming, crying and alone...some people will leave this world the same way. Some will find a love who sets them on fire. Some will get buried under the pressure of living. Some will leave us too soon when you wish to god you had just one last chance. Some will move away from everyone and everything they know and end up finding themselves buried beneath branches somewhere in Ohio. Some will fight and scream at the moon until the ocean settles into their skin. Some will hit their head into concrete trying understand why people leave and why things change in the blink of an eye. Some faces will fade and some hands will linger longer than they were supposed to. Some may not remember what it felt like to sit next to you at 3 am strung out and close. Some may not be able to forget the look of your loving eyes. Some may race with bullets and some may tackle ghosts. Everybody dies in a different way. Everyone's life is another ocean we have yet to sail on. Don't underestimate the love of your soul. It can save someone. Maybe they won't have to leave this world kicking and screaming, and crying and alone.

*vm