Still no sleep.
Writing again… it only took a phone call and a familiar voice, the most familiar of them all..
Faith? It never left, although it wasn’t always “there”.
Don’t need the midnight streets anymore… or for now, at least.
I closed “home” in my heart so I never get lost.
Some wear the heart of a lion, others the soul of the wolf. And only those people know where strength begins and into what it blossoms.
And “forever”?… The only story we sometimes have the courage to believe in…