You can always find me where the skies are blue.
Where the world feels a little lighter,
where the weight on my chest loosens its grip
just long enough for me to breathe like I used to.
I go where the quiet lives.
Where the sun breaks through the clouds
and warms the parts of me I keep hidden.
Where the wind carries my worries
a little farther than I can reach.
If I disappear,
I’m not running—
I’m just searching
for the version of myself
that doesn’t hurt so much.
So if you’re looking for me,
look where the skies open wide,
where the world feels kind,
where the color returns to my soul.
That’s where I go
when I need to remember
that I’m still capable
of something brighter
than the storms I’ve survived.
Through the Fog 