God didn't need to touch us to make us loved

As I take the dark blue coat with yellow stars from my room to wear and knew where I was going to, I felt warmth down my stomach, I saw fingers and hands, But I didn't feel real about it. I loose my head down the ground, Silver shimmer comes by familiar. My dog, my favorite make up table, my bed or my chair. They were objects. Just objects. Right? But I shared with them so much, They never talked back. Or touched back. As I take the blue coat with yellow stars from my room to wear and knew where I was going to go, To go into the wood, to be taken, the sky tries its best with a dance.