Mils (The Shrine pt.2)

Sometimes sorrow hits my mind, replacing my senses and infecting my thoughts, and all those ‘what ifs’ begin to thrill me, that i think "maybe its written"

All i do its sharing my love with people and giving them a little part of my infinite inner piece, which they don't have. It's never about self-losing or either self-disrespect. Just give them a bit of warmth, understanding and loyalty while it overflows within me. Because as someone who considers itself as a soul with God in it, I'm used to treat people as God's souls. I can never know maybe I'm the first or the last person who had ever shared that with them. That's all i know about human communication even if I’ve never truly succeeded at it.