She’s back in the water. The water keeps her warm, keeps her safe. She is sheltered now and that is good. I’m sad. But happy for her. And I cry.
She’s floating, trying to find her shore, her haven. She’s all alone out there in the water, she’s without me, but that’s how it has to be. I hope the water will wash away her sorrow and her pain, hope it heals her soul. I want her to know that I’m here. Here at the shore, waiting for her to come out of the water, to resurface. To bring back to life what has been submerged for so many years.
And I’ll wait. And I don’t run. It will take time, she carrys a lot of weight on her shoulders. But she is strong, so strong. I’m proud of her and it makes me cry again. Move on, one step at a time, you will make it! And once she’s out of the water, I’ll grab her hand and DefendHer.
He’s back in the wild where he’s free. A trip on the wild side of life. Out there where nothing exists. Where he can find peace and silence. Solitude. Like he did before. Where he can sort out whatever needs to be sorted out. He’s in his happy place. I’m sad. But happy for him. And I cry.
I know that’s where he has to be. Under the stars in these endless expanses. I hope these vast landscapes can heal his soul, I wish him that so much. I don’t know if he’s coming back, back to life, back into my life. Don’t know if he’ll be the man he used to be. The man I loved so much.
But that is not on me. I had to let him go, so that Africa can heal him again. But I’m here if he needs me. I’m waiting for a sign of life from him. A message from a friend.
