SamurajDreamer

Some nice melodies came at night, made his soul calm. It's pretty cold these days, once again he needs the smoke of cigarette to keep warm for fingers. He needs a hug from God, how many times he has begged God to hug him and nothing there... But comfortable weather anyway, he's feeling good. And yet, so calm. Somehow he realizes, this is a hug of God. God won't open wide his arms and simply squeeze him into his warm chest, no, the hug of God is not that normal, it's so much greater, now he understands. God is hugging him, by the smooth wind grazing his check, by the sweet smell of rainy midnight, by the sound of some rare silent moments in