This I know:
We will meet again one day
not because it is written in the stars
But rather, in the language of our own souls
I can’t explain it, I really can’t. But I know this.
It is a truth that lives within me.
A truth that is so real,
so apart of me that
it no longer questions me.
It lives within me and maybe one day it was die within me, but it is inevitably and without a doubt a part of me.
I am not holding on to it. It just is.
From January 26, 2015