The windows of the plane are tiny
Normally they would make me feel anxious
and claustrophobic
but not today

It's raining
the sky is gray and I feel like I've been punched in the stomach too many times and now it's numb
My mouth is dry and most likely it'll only get drier

I said "I love you. I'll miss you."
and we parted ways.

Ever surrounded by white light that I unfurl from my heart and mind, a blanket of great protection where evil cannot find.

The souls that I keep sacred and perfectly safe and sound, by building the brightest sphere high in the sky and deeper in the ground.

With the heart of my will I set this light with my intention, to hold the negative at bay from every single direction.

The fire in my being will never let this white light burn away, for it will always protect us through the night into the day.