“At a certain point,
you no longer hope;
you just keep on existing.
One day at a time,
for the rest of your life.

And that feeling
is not shallow but runs deep—
deeper than any happiness
or love could ever run.

A vein is a mere line
poets like me used to write on
and a lifeline where sailors
swim towards at night.

If we keep on writing and giving,
we grow on that existing line
with millions of words that save hope -
and thus give existence and life.”