Still, courage, my friend.
Still, all is not lost and you are not yet done.
Still, there are fires to burn in the darkness
and light to cast amongst the shadows.
Still, there are moments that must be taken,
fighting and spitting to the ground.
Still, nothing has killed us yet.
Still, the sky smiles on the brave.
Still, have the strength to try and
hold the sun in the palm of your hand, once more.
Still, ever burning.
Still, the most beautiful things come from beneath the ground.
Still, the light is cast from the darkest of places.
Still, we labour on under the cover of stars.
Still, we know the truth rides high in our chests.
Still, the world has yet to end, no matter how hard any of us try.
Until we are still.
— I wrote this for you