The Optimism You Had at 18

You can still feel me sometimes, right? In the part of you that still wonders, that still reaches. I wore my faith like a backpack full of stars—messy, glowing, too much for this world. I was never too cool for awe, never too tired to notice how the streetlights hit the puddles just right. I’m not here to fix you or guide you—I’m just here to remind you what it felt like to believe.