sometimes,
when my limbs are still and my mind is quiet i can feel the cool blue blood pulsing. it does nothing but separate, and alienate and
i am aware that the body is always singular and alone, even when looking into your partners eyes as you are about to come. the soul is collective yet the body is singular, just a container. it means nothing, says nothing, feels nothing.
when my limbs are still and my mind is quiet i can feel the cool blue blood pulsing. it does nothing but separate, and alienate and
i am aware that the body is always singular and alone, even when looking into your partners eyes as you are about to come. the soul is collective yet the body is singular, just a container. it means nothing, says nothing, feels nothing.