Hey.
You who’s heavy-eyed and tossing or pacing at this ungodly hour.
Maybe you don’t believe it, but there’s still hope.
Hope enough to keep moving and holding to this thing we call life.
Even if you think you’ve spent the last of it.
Nope. There’s still hope.
I know.
It always sneaks up on me when I quit on it. Just did again.
Hold on for me, will ya?
Because I’m holding on for you.