Everyone, at some point, is clawing through the dark, looking for something steady to hold onto. We all need a little light, something simple and honest, like a song that cuts through the noise when the nights get long and heavy. Life doesn’t promise easy roads or clear skies. It throws you into the kind of storms where the world tilts, and you’re left searching for solid ground.
When everything feels like it’s caving in, when the weight of it all presses too hard, I find myself looking to you. In the middle of the storm, when the waves crash harder than I can stand and the shore feels like a rumor, you’re there. You’re my North Star, the one steady thing that leads me back home when I’m lost at sea.
When I see you, it’s not just love I find, its forgiveness, its truth, it’s everything that feels right in a world that so often feels wrong. You love me, not for what I do or who I pretend to be, but for who I am, scars and all. You hold me steady, the way the stars hold the moon, quietly and faithfully, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And in that stillness, I remember that no storm lasts forever, and no night is ever truly lonely.
When the world goes quiet and the dark feels endless, you’re my safe place. You show up like a half-forgotten dream, too vivid to ignore. Your presence wraps around me, filling the cracks with something colorful and whole. You’re the kind of constant that doesn’t need words, you’re just there, like breath, like air, like home.
And when the waves rise again, when the chaos tries to drag me under, I know where to look. I look at you, and I find my strength. You remind me that even in the wildest storms, there’s still beauty, still hope. You’re my anchor, my reminder that no matter how rough life gets, there’s always something worth holding on to.