Some nights
the world gets too loud
inside your head—
every thought
echoing,
every memory
sharper than it should be.
And there’s a door there—
not a real one,
but close enough
to feel like an option.
It whispers easy answers.
Shortcuts.
Silence.
And for a moment—
just a moment—
it feels like relief.
But there’s another voice too.
Quieter.
Not convincing.
Not strong.
Just there.
The one that says
wait.
Not forever.
Not fix everything.
Just—
stay.
Stay through this hour.
Through this breath.
Through the part
that feels unbearable
right now.
Because feelings lie
about how long they last.
Because the version of you
that made it this far
didn’t do it
by accident.
Because even now—
with everything heavy,
everything blurred—
you are still here.
And that matters
more than anything
the dark is trying
to tell you.
So don’t decide tonight.
Don’t close the door
on something
that might still change.
Just stay.
Through the Fog 