crayontesla

Though we look over our weary shoulders, Longing for what we left behind, There will be no greater joy Than what we are to find. I look behind me not in sorrow, But only to ensure that you Are still there and stumbling, Following what you know to be true. So take my hand and walk in wonder. If there were one day and one breath left, We could not return to this place, But we can and will find cleaner waters yet.