without you none of this would be possible. without you waking up each day & stepping out of bed. one foot, & the the next. some day’s are harder than others. some days you want to burrow into the safety of your sheets. some days you want to burrow into the ground. some days, some days. every day we make a choice. we consciously choose to get out of bed. to breathe in the air. we choose to make it through the day, the night. we choose to survive. we choose to live our lives no matter how tough, no matter how trying. some days we feel like ghosts, walking around undetected & unfeeling, living off stored energy & nothing more. some of us exist in single moments. our haunting is residual, our bodies choosing to live each day trapped in the memory of something awful. regardless, each day, we wake up again. we step out one foot, then the next. without you none of this would be possible. please promise to stay.