Ruhnavar

We drift away from ourselves in ways we rarely recognize. Our spirit and mind grow numb, drifting in a relentless race for survival, until we can no longer tell desire from necessity.

And suddenly a question rises within, When was the last time we whispered to ourselves?

Does platonic love even survive in this age? We forget that love can be spoken without words,

in the quiet language of the eyes, in the gentle presence of the soul.

Somewhere deep within, in the unlit chambers of our being, we owe ourselves a pilgrimage,

a return to the people we hold closest to the heart, and to the forgotten tenderness within ourselves.

So let us pause. Let us wander, softly, through the inner sanctum of the mind.

Let us scatter the long-kept feelings, the unspoken affections, to those who deserve.

May the world become beautiful again. Let’s share the emotion, travel through the soul.