Last time I saw this girl. I fell asleep behind the wheel. Nearly died that day.
That rainy day.
Oh geez. I’m worried now.
The old moral anchor!
Ah when I disappeared and put on the shroud. It was quiet enough that she didn’t notice.
Enough faith in her that she could smote a mountain.
Yet it feels so….How would you say touching that she didn’t judge when I told her of my journey past the shores of morality.
When the bell tolled today. Signalling our arrival. She was warm and friendly as usual.
The ever gracious princess.
And hearing her encourage me for war. Has suddenly put me at ease and confidence.
I’m gonna strap on the greaves and blades. And walk onto the shore.