I wanted to write this little poem that is far from being enough to show all my gratitude.

Soooo here it goes:

   "Sometimes life gets heavy, but there are always people with a hint of hope to offer us. Minimal thing that they divide into small pieces, just to rekindle the soul.

   And one day nobody will remember anyone. But, even if those forever end, the good, done in someone's finite infinite, cannot be taken away from you.

   And I thank those who smell like love and do well without expecting anything in return. Here everything is so gray that small splashes of paint already make all the difference.

   Changing the world is getting more and more difficult. But as long as the last remnants of hope and love have not evaporated, no one can stop us from trying."                                                                  -by me

Love yall.