Notebook Paper (pink): to an old friend.

by evergreenovella

You told me once that you were a metaphor encompassing everything I’ve felt before. Through perception and nature, our souls have seen the Divine light of morning painted bright and clean.

Waves of insecurity lapped against our boat. There was a time I was frightened and let the rudder go. However long, I’m back on course. Once again I’ve found my bearings as I continue to travel due north.

Starlight will lead us home until the sun no longer roams behind the horizon making me lose all faith. Time will pass and inevitably give way to grace.