Sara, Keeper of the Seam

. I did not come to be

forgiven. He did not come to be saved.

I came because the road behind me no longer knew my

name. If you stand where all things end then

stand. I will not ask you to. .

I crossed the ground where vows go quiet. Where even prayers refuse

to rise. The stones remembered every footstep. But none of

them were mine. I have worn love like borrowed skin.