I try to look up to the stars when I feel lost, and I am very lost

I Don't Live For Me, I Don't Live For You.

Not a care in the world I move with the flow.
The wind kisses my face and carries me forward. Calm evenings, cool air gently breathing into me. A whole holy being shining a light up to a heaven unknown. The wind brings the clouds, heavy and darkened. The clouds bring the rain, cool and rejuvenating. Rain cleanser of sin and purifier of soul. Rain strips away every flaw and exposes a light within. Petrichor the smell of rain after it's passed it's past gifted this evening present. The rain has passed and the lights reveal some of heavens glow. The radiance of changing lights illuminate the mind and chase the shadows away. The light slowly fades as time presses on. As the sun sets orange fire burns the skies. Feeling the last bit of warmth leave the skin. Behind me the sun's lover radiates the night sky. The moon shines down on you. A light revealing something new a darkness unknown still from heaven's light. Lunar secrets hidden amongst the stars the light gently taps your eyes to reflect the most beautiful parts of the soul. Stormy eyes to capture you in a cool mist. Look up between the emptiness. The beaches stretch the snow and the aurora begins to bloom around you. In the sky, on the ocean water, off your hair, and in between the physical. The snow leaves. The rain has gone. The sun is hiding and oceans sing a slow gentle song. The sun arises on the horizon slowly the wind kisses my face again. I haven't moved an inch. While you've traveled from the snows and the sands to the depths below. I love with the flow. I flow to, and far beyond heaven. The light shining through has carried me to all these places. Without moving a muscle. Seconds have passed and the seasons have changed. The spirit is strong, stronger than the one above. The light is brighter at night away from the prideful nature of the sun. The wind moves your hair and softly you asked "why are you here?" The sun fully rises and without a second to think a moment to consider, the answer was in truth the truth. "I don't live for me. I don't live for you. I live for the wind on my face and the places it will carry me to."