For Those Who Still Believe

It starts as a feeling—
soft and unspoken,
a whisper tucked inside your chest,
almost like a secret waiting to bloom.

That feeling grows.
Slowly, quietly,
it stretches its wings inside your heart,
turning from a flicker into a hope.
A hope that maybe, just maybe,
there is a place where you belong.

A place where everything that ever scared you
melts away like mist.
Where you are held—
not because you have to be,
but because someone wants to.

That hope turns to a thought.
A thought that walks quietly through your mind
like a gentle tide that will not be stopped.

And then the thought becomes a word—
soft, almost lost in the noise around you—
but it grows louder, stronger,
until it becomes a battle cry
you shout even when no one’s listening.

“I’ll come back when you call me—no need to say goodbye.”

This is for the kids who never let go of childhood,
the ones who would give anything
to feel that magic again, if only for a moment.
For the dreamers who walk with stars in their eyes
and a restless heart that never forgets.

This is for all of us—
those who seek safety in the chaos,
love in a world that’s often cold,
understanding when words fail,
and friendship that feels like home.

The world outside keeps changing,
but inside, the light remains—
waiting, always waiting,
for you to find it again.

Pick a star on the dark horizon.
Follow the light.
Let it guide you through the storm.

You will come back.
You always do.
No need to say goodbye.

Let your memories grow stronger,
like waves rising higher and higher
until they crash before your eyes,
shining with the colors of all you’ve held dear.

Taste the sweetness of those moments—
soft, delicate, impossible to forget—
like the brightest joy that once wrapped you in its arms.

This is your cathedral.
Your home for all who seek the light.

It is not fragile.
It is not childish.
It is your shield and your sword.

A place where courage blooms,
where hearts mend,
where every dreamer’s song is sung aloud.

Because even when the world tells you to let go,
even when silence falls heavy,
you carry this call within you.

“I’ll come back when it’s over.
No need to say goodbye.”

You are never truly lost.
You are always coming home.

So close your eyes.
Breathe deep.
Let the waves take you—
to the place where your heart still beats with wonder,
where friendship and love wait patiently,
where the light never fades.

You are here.
You are safe.
You are loved.

And when you hear the call,
you will come back.

No need to say goodbye.

by Onnaya