So ladies and gentle and those who hold my heart, might I be so bold to destroy the cryptic and throw a truth into the void?
I love.
Not only do I love them, I love the sun, the waters the words they left for me scrawled on a simple note. And with a word so evident, a word so clear and pure in their divine handwriting.
"Home."
And so, beholders of my singing heart, I am home.
YOU ARE READING
Hope
RandomA binding of thoughts and scraps and letters and all these pieces that help heal the wounds in the soul I hold.
