{faith}

She wasn’t lost. She wasn’t scared. She was only … discovering. The thrill she had, the thrill that quickened her pace and accelerated her heartbeat had nothing to do with fear. It was excitement, at leaving everything behind, at knowing her boundaries would be barely visible if she looked back over her shoulder. There were no more rules, no more barriers protecting or restricting her. She could only rely on her own two feet to guide her forward, on the earth to offer her support, and on the stars to shine down on her.

There was no more home now – everywhere was her home. She could make a bed out of leaves, a house out of cards. She could eat her dreams and drink her thoughts. She could find a map or create her own. New places would become familiar; old places would live on at the back of her mind. She would find food in the mud, pillows in the clouds, shelter in the open and hope in the darkness.

She had no reason to go back, and she was, strangely, almost pulled forward, as if a piece of rope had been slipped around her waist and someone was pulling … someone lost in the shadows, far ahead. There was no drag, no pain to her steps, no doubt to where she was headed. Fully trusting whoever was pulling her. Faith in the invisible force of the future.

_{Written many years ago, in 2011 or 2012.}