My hands have changed, and I'm wearing more lipstick than before, "Good God", I think, "I am worth nothing". Love, or anywhere in-between, is where I wanted to be, with you. And I'm only upside down
Since the air today has been cold, the tiled floor radiates chill. I remember blue warmth rustling in this silent space. I doubt that the steps you made across this cool floor remain. I would collect your imprints.
He assumed that mind might equal matter; his palms were too long and his hands too wide to grasp just how difficult it is to make a thought move without touching it.