whom we are searching for, is not beyond some imaginary cloud, decked in garlands or illuminated by light. its not in the sky. they are just around you, beside you. holding your hand, giving you assurance that's its going to be all right. the pursuit never ends, but the person is only one, they always have been. in all troubles, there is assurance of some sane mind who will listen to you. in all heartbreaks, there is assurance that some good soul will mend it. in all ends, there will be them, god, lighting the unseen path and makes it all right for you.
Sunday, July 17
it rains around the world sleep welcomes the dream, and enigmatic souls awaken along the eternal shores of destiny