I like talking to broken people. The time, they have completely let their guard down. The time, they’re ripped off their ego, and loathing pride. I like, to see the innocence glaring inside their shy souls. The time, they’re fully exposed. No façades. No fakeness. The soul free of the worldly acquired tags. I like, the sound of their voice, breaking and cracking through every word. Their throat drying up, and stammering after every sentence. Give them your skin, when they’re exposed. Hug away, the chill in their bones. Love them deeply, and they will love you too. They’ll find faith, and see that the world is still beautiful. They’ll find faith in you.