If I had something to tell you, that you might think meant something, that might affect you in some way, that might touch you in a way you’ll always remember, in a way that you’ll pause even if only for a moment and forget who you are, were, and was going to be, would you place me on a pedestal or only see me for the beauty each of us possesses? Would you cherish that contact forever or only take what was given?
My heart has always ached for that touch, like the souls’ misty envelopes as they pass through each other on the way to express through divine dreams. Our souls dream on pillows next to Gods. He kisses their foreheads as they sleep and blows his blessings into their hearts, and then lives and dreams through them. The souls see with eyeless vision and look upon his love with the admiration of a child living only to manifest his visions and dreams. When two souls sync the same and catch a taste of frozen time and their eyes meet undescribed, God is the space between and each soul for a moment not alone is entwined again through flesh, heart, and bone with the divine. Both souls know the touch and bother not to explain but forever hold that moment in time and cherish it, the same.
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