on days as beautiful as this, i look up at the sky and bask in your presence.
even in setting darkness, there is an underlying sense of comfort.
they say home is where the heart is,
the thing is, when your heart stopped beating, mine didn’t— and I haven’t felt home since.
but the sunset feels familiar, i can’t help but want to say thank you for coming to visit —
thank you pa
these sunsets remind me
of your light
these sunsets remind me that
you are my refuge
these sunsets remind me that
I am safe.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 7:50 AM UTC
on days as beautiful as this, i look up at the sky and bask in your presence.
even in setting darkness, there is an underlying sense of comfort.
they say home is where the heart is,
the thing is, when your heart stopped beating, mine didn’t— and I haven’t felt home since.
but the sunset feels familiar, i can’t help but want to say thank you for coming to visit —
thank you pa
these sunsets remind me
of your light
these sunsets remind me that
you are my refuge
these sunsets remind me that
I am safe.
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