Researched: Fleeting touch of strangers
Written on the day Facebook, Instagram and Whats app went down all day because someone 'leaked' how much they don’t care about anything but making profits- what surprise. 04/10/21 21:41 Monday, my first day at a new job. @currently under freshly washed cotton bedding sheets. Dear world, Tuesday, how the moonlight blurs in the rain, my palm grips a stranger’s, our pulses dance. Imperfect symphonies I can’t contain, this day turns water into a fire’s glance. A turn of body, locks eyes with another, while there’s no way against nature’s exchange. To protest is to deny the summer, bright feelings of frisk, blues and greens ordained. What more could I ask of Tuesday, truly? the evening spoke without flowery words. When did time pass me by so cruelly? unknown scent, julio, you’re fused in my nerves. It’s real, declaration of love to you, brief seasons of touch, like flesh in hot spring. Sincerely, Strange loves
