There's something comforting about a sky that doesn't try to hide any of its colours. Maybe that's why I love sunsets so much. They let every shade have its moment. Some days I feel like this sky. Heavy at the top, where everything feels grey and impossible to carry, then somewhere in the middle the colours begin to soften, almost hesitantly, before melting into a warm golden glow at the horizon.
Maybe healing is like that too. A slow, almost invisible shift that only makes sense when you stop looking for perfection.
There is no shame in struggling or guilt in needing more time. The sky does not become any less beautiful because storm clouds pass through it, and you don't become any less worthy because you've had another difficult chapter.
This feeling isn't forever, it's just one colour in a sky that stretches farther than we can see. The sky is far too vast for this pain to be permanent. So maybe tonight we don't need to have all the answers.
Maybe we just need to trust that just like the sky, we will keep changing colours until we find the light again.