a hug

Breaking the chains...
Tiny awakenings shimmer like spells—hypnotic, stirring.
They seize the soul, while the ego trembles, questioning everything.
Truth stands still, unshaken in its simplicity—
So simple, and yet so difficult to grasp.
It demands unraveling, peeling back layers of illusion.

And yet—sometimes, all it takes is a hug
To soothe a heart steeped in melancholy.
The spirit longs for it:
Not a touch of flesh, but a conscious embrace—
One that says, I see you.

You cry not from weakness, but from remembering.
Empirically, I tell you:
A true human connection is a hug without agenda,
Free of malice, free of judgment.
Only a corrupted mind distorts it into something base.
No—it’s just a hug.
A healing one.
A sacred exchange felt not by the body,
But by the heart.

It magnetizes. It elevates.
It reminds you who you are.
Drop the masks. Drop the noise.
You know the truth deep inside:
The only approval you will ever truly need
Is your own.

No one else can choose your way.
You are the path.
You are the fire that walks it.
With purpose.
With magic.