And as we touch , I can never tell if you are touching me or I am touching you .

May 31, 2010

That's what it feels like when you touch me . Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between yur finger and my skin . Sometimes I forget .


On an unrelated note ..

So I've decided to throw the caution away . I won't be afraid of losing myself . I won't be afraid of the past . I won't be afraid to cry , to frown , and to feel .

More importantly , I will live , laugh and love . I will believe . And I will have faith .

I will .

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