Angels…

Beautiful eyes look cute to peer into and traverse in, they offer this kind of unimaginable warmth… a whole different kind of universe…. A homely feeling that all is fine. Perhaps that’s what we just want it to be always, knowing there is somewhere you can turn to to feel at home every thing is falling and breaking apart… when hell is breaking loose.

Beautiful eyes…

may be blue, green, greyish but I kinda love them brown and large and at times grey… somewhere to get lost into, wandering what nature could have hid right in from the rest of the world.

Angels!

Here I am, talking about beautiful eyes instead of Angels🤦🏾‍♂️😁 perhaps… It’s simply because, for you to get to know one, is by starting with that soft stare in their eyes, looking at the sincerity within, getting engulfed by it, with you submitting willingly to it’s mercy… the love, entanglement! beautiful isn’t it?

Everyday is never the same, it offers different opportunities, but… we never know how many we have till time runs out for more. Everyday is a new day to do something different, to love different, play different, plan different.

You can never know a beautiful soul is dying, till you learn to listen, be observant, make notes, you’ve knocked on it’s door and been let in… served with a simple cup of coffee, told stories but made no judgements, laughed hard with it without any reservations, then kissed on the forehead with a soft but yet cute “thank you for rescuing me, I was dying by myself slowly,” in the form of a whisper, then hug it tightly with more of an assuring embrace that all will be ok now that you are there to stand with it, to pull her up as she drowns…

That… is an Angel. Rare to find yet everywhere, waiting to be unhidden. They… a protectors, guardians. Angels are you and me.

Be an Angel somewhere…to someone, it heals.