sometimes when we touch.
fluidity and flexibility. these things, they don’t require limitations. it’s funny how i think and talk about augmented realities all the time and i can’t seem to fathom this seemingly warped situation. i shut both my eyes and ears, and eventually shut myself out from everything and enter a world where only you and i exist. i can’t seem to understand my train of thoughts, i speak before i think, i run before i walk, i exhale before i inhale. do you get it? i am an altered being. i try so hard to preserve you. i memorise the crevices on your body, my index finger, it travels, starting from the top of your head and ends at the soles of your feet. why do i have to feel guilty? an endless mess, a repetitive loop, do you expect me to swallow? take me back to twenty two.
