How long can you run away? How many hours can you sleep? How many times can you scream your lungs out? How long can you cry before--

Go on. Let it out. Cry. Cry for as long as you have to.

When you are done (because you will, because you must, because everything comes to an end, and even this, this, and this too shall past, has past),

I want you to wipe your face and go out there and stare your fears straight in the eye.

Listen, love.

Keep your feet firmly on the ground,

but your head up, up, up in the clouds.

Have patience.

(Yes we can. Yes we can.

We can. We can. We can.)

Breathe.

Here we go, on the count of three:

One.

Two.

Three!