Self Preservation
Added 2019-05-30 20:22:34 +0000 UTCMy skin aches for finger tips and the sensation of warm breath. I remember tenderness. I remember closeness. I miss how responsive my skin is to someone’s attention. I dream of that electric feel. In the mean time I keep myself busy, I write and I study, I stop and smell the flowers. I commune with the roses and the bumble bees.
