divinity

his aching hands grasp at warmth, pulled to the honey glow of the other boy’s skin. his shaking fingers slide and fumble as he reaches desperately for the lifeline being offered. the rest of his body is far too exposed to the frost, even under all those layers, but it doesn’t seem to matter in that moment. when their hands are interlocked, when their eyes are fixed on cold cracked skin. there is no feeling anywhere in the body besides those hands. the radiance of that simple touch is enough, enough to heal. his body still shivers - a biological reaction -but in that moment, he can’t seem to find it in him to concern about the science of it all. his body can freeze, it can wither if it likes, none of it matters when his soul is so alive.

love does hurt, but it doesn’t have to.

paint my suffering on your walls and call it theirs, call it love, call it freedom

it is better to live in ignorance, i think. better to be blissfully unaware of why you are the way you are, or what evil is inside of you that will surely overshadow all the good. 

excerpt from i met god - https://substack.com/@theholywecreate/note/p-199913779?r=8ipbpp&utm_source=notes-share-action&utm_medium=web

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