Nighttime

I hope you breathe in the ocean and walk mountains before it’s too late. I hope your life is an unpublished novel written by some lovestruck teenager still fascinated with the concept of living. I hope you sail through the sky as if it’s your own bed and the sun is your pillow. I hope your words spill from your heart like some hopeless romantic and I hope you laugh every time after you cry. I hope you live fearlessly and un regretfully. I hope this life of yours is filled with tissues and band-aids and chocolate chip milkshakes. I hope it’s soggy with rainwater and bike rides and worn down with coffee stains. I hope you never forget why you’re here.
—  It’s a beautiful life