dónde termina tu cuerpo y empieza el mío?

Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

if only...

Some things in life are disjoint

You know that soapy residue that sticks from me to you, from you to somebody I once knew?

Writing, thinking, feeling; all this ‘feeling’ lately is getting in the way of my sleep…

It would really be marvelous if the odd pangs in my heart stopped.