Easy. Beautiful, even. But short-lived.

To live for love,

to wake up every day and choose it,

despite the weight of the world,

despite the chaos in your own chest

that’s where the real courage lies.

I want to live for you.

To breathe even when it feels like glass in my throat.

To walk barefoot through every regret just to reach the sound of your voice.

To grow old beside you, even when it’s boring.

To be your calm, even when my bones are shaking from storms I’ll never name.

To keep living, not out of defiance,

but because something inside me still refuses to let go,

a fragile, furious flicker that says,