And I heard that voice, that same deep and gravelly voice pulling me through. A voice that echoes whenever I read those words. A voice creeping inside of my soul, making it’s presence known in my head while telling me,
"Life is beautiful"
The tingles that I get while listening to it as if no one can harm me now; like being under an invisible cloak. That mere voice of compassion with it's exhilarating ripple makes my day, makes me smile, makes me want to live a whole lot years and makes me fall in love with it all over again.