Show me that horizon, promise me a world better than this on the other side of the sun.
She would follow her father over the horizon and down the other side, where the world lay hidden.
Even if you are not aware of it, there are moments when you are receiving hints, a nudge, or support from the other side.
It feels like spoken words, this bridge. I want it but fear it. God, I want so desperately to reach the other side - just like I want the words. I want my words to build bridges strong enough to walk...