I sail to far seas. Searching for land, searching for friends, searching for a place I can call home. Like a falling star, not knowing where I belong. Like a restless bird, drifted by the winds. In the stillness, in the silence, there I rest my heart...
Maybe I’m not alone... Maybe a star can find it’s place in the skies. Maybe I’m a tree that seeks rest in the mountains. Or maybe I’m someone’s saviour that sweeps of someones feet. Maybe I will find my place. Maybe I will find my purpose. Until then, I wait.

Ella