And Somehow, That’s Enough...

Some days feel heavy — like I'm dragging the sky behind me, every dream I chase turns into smoke, and the mirror keeps asking questions I don't have the strength to answer. I wake up to pressure — from the silence, from the clock, from the ghost of who I said l'd be when I was still fearless and nineteen. Now every "you got this" feels like a test I keep retaking. But then there's her. She doesn't fix the storm she just sits in it with me. Tells me,“Everything is going to be alright." And somehow, that's enough to remind me the sky's not falling, it's just bending to listen. When my world spins too fast, She slows it down with a kiss, and suddenly the noise becomes music, the chaos becomes rhythm, and somehow, that’s what keeps me sane.