a note on/to miracles

miracles embody humans, and not the other way around - i say that because humans embodying them limits the capacity of how much farther a miracle can go or create an impact - in the most unexpected of life’s amalgamations, making you believe in them, humans and miracles, both. these people don’t frighten you with their beings or make you question everything twice, instead they are a combination of all the answers you always looked for, pulling you towards them by an invisible rope of comfort and hope you never knew existed. for they carry a feeling of steadiness so profound, the singular fear of losing them overcomes all other fears you so heavily carried once inside you. with them, you forget how vulnerability once made you anxious and consumed you; all you want, instead, is to pour like a reservoir of fears and dreams left unchecked. these people don’t suffocate your beliefs or ideals, instead, in moments of absolute candor and discretion, they remind you of simple peace, of the way your breath used to align once, with the air around you, and the air of those you loved, of when watching the sky meant watching it only for that, its endless beauty, and not its imagined end, of when peace was not felt as a distant inexplainable entity but a close possibility, almost there to knock at your door at any moment, when you thought of hope as dreams interweaving with plans and everything seemed to make sense, when you saw a tunnel for the light at the end and not the forsaken journey it meant for you to take. when life didn’t feel like a temporary realm of space you were just passing through but a journey where you wished you had a lifelong companion to share with, when trust and faith built around you like an armor of hope and bricks of fear and doubt were pulled down to let love in. to let even the thought of the possibility of it in. you waited for it; you wanted it. you were scared you would never find it. you feared you might come across it but fail to recognize it. except that you didn’t even realize when it all went from impossible to practical, from distant to ever present, from dream to real. thats the miracle these humans embody. effortlessly and profoundly, they make the least of believers start believing, the way they don’t let you realise how far you had walked away from your dreams, until they bring you right back at that pedestal of hope you once began walking towards. they bring you back where you once began this journey of discovery, without making you realize, they bring you back from the point you lost, and the biggest miracle of it all is that you don’t know when or how this all happens; you only realize you were lost until you are brought back to the very place where you started. and all you can wish at that point is to be that miracle for them too, so they see you as necessary to life as you see them, not so much as a favor to give back or an obligation to fulfill and dust your hands off of, but more like a lifelong pact of pure affection and adulation, so that they find in themselves the desire to want to keep you around them as much as you find it burning inside of you, as long as miracles allowed.