Soleil.
Sometimes I find myself in the midde of nowhere, lost amidst a sea of strife and struggle. As if I were carrying the weight of a thousand migrant workers on my back through a blizzard, a hurricane and anything else that Mother Nature decides to give me.
All hope is lost. There is no promise to look forward to, until I saw it.
The beacon that shone its like not only superficially, but unto my soul. It glowed; it beamed; it BURNED into my very being. Is this the light that I have heard so much about? Were all the prophets true? Would He actually be there for me in a time?
No.
Not even close.
Mackenzie.
Mackenzie.
Mackenzie.
Her name, like photons, shoot at me, and with each hit, my soul gleams.
This is the promise I have searched for.
This is the life I have dreamt.
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