As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.
And the aura of you remains, remains, remains...
Look to your heart that flutters in and out like a moth. God is not indifferent to your need. You have a thousand prayers but God has one.
Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.
The sanest thing in this world is love.
I cannot walk an inch / without trying to walk to God.