Live beyond the boundaries of what it means to be free. Ride on the wind past the very last tree and sail over the cliffs where the lands meet the sea.
For a storm brews in us all. Not of rains, fires or gales. But one of love everlasting, for love forever prevails. It fills up our lungs and bolsters our sails.
And our ships will leak in the darkest of storms, but there’s always a light, that shines as it warms. And sometimes we refuse to see it, but hope comes in many forms.