Angels

There are men who deserve to be loved just because of their eyes, naked souls which whisper straight to your heart. Star dust, soulmate, God's elemt. Call it whatever you want, there are no words explaining that bond. Men you do not need to meet or touch to offer them all the world's love right from the moment you first heard them, or looked into their pure, heavenlish, sad eyes. Only God knows why we miss them when they are gone. Why we feel like if someone ripped out a piece of us... A piece we never knew we had. And probably only God knows why men who deserve that kind of unconditional, inexplainable love decide to give up and leave while our hearts are broken into pieces and refuse to accept their absence. Even wind smells, feels and sounds like them... In loving memory of Chris Cornell who has touched my soul in a very strange and inexplainable way.