John's p.o.v

Many years away, a beautiful day. Genesis, an imminent birthing process, your crimson tears. Recaptured clarity and beauty, your metamorphosis. Such steadfast faith, this spirit of perseverance of yours. A voice from heaven, lingering April showers, lingering traces of December. I am vapor. One hug and encouraging word from you makes me feel better. Now and again, I soar as high as an airplane. Even if people go insane, I will stay humble and hopeful. X marks the spot where I witnessed a miracle and received supernatural insight. Take me as I am and I will never judge you.