A Galaxy of Hope

Please, 

find a way to look yourself in the mirror and tell yourself you are worth every ounce of air you breathe.

That you are well beyond good enough for the beauty that surrounds you.

You were molded into this earth to be broken and hurt and terribly lost.

So immerse yourself with art you don’t understand,

take the wrong train and let the stars guide your travels.

Let the colors of your bruises blend back with your skin

and make peace with the pain you’ve lived in for so long.

You are bold,

you are endless,

you are the sun, moon and all of the stars.

You have the whole world fighting with you,

so lose yourself in the hope that one day, you’ll be okay.