Some nights, the world feels too heavy, and my heart sinks like a stone in deep water. Thoughts turn sharp, hope turns thin, and the dark whispers of endings brush my mind. Yet a soft memory rises — the warmth of those I cherish, the trust in their quiet eyes, the life they imagine me holding. So I hide my tears under moonlight, steady my trembling breath, and wear a gentle smile like armor. Days pass, wounds blur, and slowly, I return to myself — not because the storm was kind, but because I chose to stand until morning. No night decides my ending. I remain — for love, for light, for the dawn still waiting with my na