Are anchors meant to hold us up? Or do they exist in our sempiternal hearts where we try to convince the tide to return and wash us away?

Leave behind the angry mornings & the times you turn away instead of trying out a smile for once. Leave behind the grey, & feel- let the music be your sunlight that seeps into your soul & doesn't change you, no, it moves you.

During day's transition to night, no beauty will be lost. For I will not leave behind the light that paved my eyes towards hope.