And when I woke up, I finally realized that I was not a single individual. I was the universe condensed into a shell made of flesh, blood and bones. My brain consists of neurons, an apotheosis of all the interconnected galaxies in space, my eyes shimmering like the scintillating stars. I was not doomed, I didn’t fall in love, I fell for love. You have to rise in order to see yourself. You have to count days like they were your last and you have to cherish existance like your pneuma owed its presence to the universe. Hope is real. Redemption is possible. Healing exists just like your presence

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