• Post From The Past

    The End of The Chase.

    Post from the past 20. Beloved Divine Mother, Miracle, I thought I would never love someone as I love you. The constant search for you had made me blind to the fact that you were always near enough for me to feel every inch of you. You’re so tangible, and I didn’t know that you were so fragile until I touched you with my words. You’re soaking up everything I say and think, you’ve become transparent, but still visible to the eyes. My mind fooled me to think that you were hiding from me, but I was the one who didn’t realize that you were always beside me and within…