Find A Reason

I live in layers.

What I say today

might outgrow me by tomorrow.

Because truth shifts,

and people do too.

To each their own madness,

to each their own meaning.

I’ve lived a thousand lives

in just thirty years,

seen far more than I ever wanted to,

all in the name of love

and the search for belonging.

So when I look at others—

whether they’re rising or unraveling—

I see their choices, every one of them,

as essential to their becoming.

Do we ever truly have a choice,

or was the choice we made

always the only one we could have?

And for that, I can’t help but believe

in the delusions of my heart-broken friends—

I’ve been there too,

in the hollow ache of sorrow,

scraping for a reason,

aching for anything to help me breathe.

To live suspended in the in-between

is soul-crushing—

trapped in functional freeze,

aching for a spark,

for the faintest flicker of light

to guide you out of perpetual dark.

So no, I don’t turn away from the reckless or the wild.

I don’t shame the bad choices

or the hopeless loves.

Because if that madness keeps you

from your thirteenth reason—

then fucking chase it with reckless abandon.

So find a reason.

If nobody else will,

I will stand with you.

When all you have is your darkness

and a cold heart—

I will hold space for that too.

Because without it,

this weary, brutal, beautiful world—

would be missing your light.