Letters to you, my dear. #8

Come away with me on the path never traveled by.

To awaken the stars, birth a new timeline.

If there is anyone I feel safe getting lost with.

It's with you, in a reality we often get lost in.

A cunning huntress, with a keen eye of her pray. May the roots we climb across, be shaped of that in union of our divine love.

Hearts, rooted deep beneath the soils. The richest vitality of grounded temples.

Grounded.

Grounded in our safety.

Electrical currents of synchronicities and resonance energize our feet below.

The alchemist, birthed to transform the energies of the stars. A misaligned constellation that once spoke stories of great awakenings, great civilizations.

Here I lay beneath the shade, my dear. Resting under the golden clouds of trees in communion.

Revitalizing, Remembering, Reminded.

A dream of a soul sister by the name of Destiny, I dreamt. A destiny written in the stars long before this reality of existence. Destiny is calling on me.

And so it is,

So it shall be, my dear.