#30

What happened to your eyes?
No, not your dark eyebags.
I’ve been noticing you sleep
later and later
each night— or should I say, early morning.

Don’t go on telling me that same excuse about ghosts
haunting your room.
They don’t.
They’ve long made peace with you,
since you’re a kind soul.

But it’s not about that.
Your eyes—
they’re darker.
Not the kind born from sleep deprivation,
but the kind that comes from someone
who’s accepted too many things.

Know that that isn’t you, alright?
You’re braver than that.
You’re tougher.

Whatever keeps you awake each night,
I’m sure you’ll get through it.
I know you can.

I have very little faith in religion—
you know that, and I know you know.
But with you,
I am confident.
I trust you.
I have faith in you.

Get it together.

Go on a hike if you need to.
Walk through a forest for a change of scenery.
Watch the sunset near the ocean.
Just… hold on.

Have faith.

Just for one more day,
if you have to.
Just don’t give up, okay?
You’ll get through it.

If you need help,
we’re here.
Okay?

Don’t give up.
Things will get better.
I promise you.
Have faith.

Have faith in me.
Believe me.
Believe my words.
Better days are coming.

So—
hold on.
Hold on.

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