It’s a long, windy night.
The kind where the air feels colder than usual, like the wind is trying to whisper something, but I’m too tired to listen.

I stood by the window tonight, watching the neighborhood sleep.
The wind brushed against my face, and for a moment, everything felt quiet
but my mind wasn’t.

My thoughts have been loud lately.
Too loud.
Too heavy.
An overload of thinking that I can’t shut off.

I’m tired.
And I’m sad.
Not the dramatic kind of sadness just the quiet kind that settles in when you start questioning everything.

I keep asking myself:

Am I doing okay?
Are my decisions right?
Is this the path I’m supposed to be on?

So many questions, and no answers yet.

I looked up at the sky tonight…
Maybe hoping it would tell me something.
Maybe hoping the stars could speak back.
But the sky stayed silent.

Still… I keep going.

Because even on the nights when everything feels heavy, there’s something inside me that says: Keep trying.