For the ones who look to the sky and imagine the possibilities. To the one’s who look at a pile of discarded garbage on the side of the road, and see art. To the one’s who often feel overwhelmed by the beauty of other people. To the one’s who write, and paint, and think. To the one’s who hate humanity, yet love it to death. To the one’s who feel too strongly and love too deeply. To the one’s who stay up late with heads filled and minds yearning. To the one’s who drink life in and spit it out. To the one’s who see the opportunity to create something new, where others see just another blank canvas. To the one’s who cry and laugh and scream and rejoice. To the ones who hope and the ones who hold on.

Never stop dreaming. Never stop hoping and wishing. Never stop creating and never stop loving. Never stop screaming. Never stop feeling. Never stop searching. Never stop looking at the sky and marveling at beauty. Never stop holding on.

For when we do, the world will surely collapse.