Find me
We spend our lives
Trying to crash
Trying to fling ourselves
into one another
Trying to actually touch someone else
Moments of collision
where we are forced to feel
be it pain
pleasure
anger
sadness
In desperation we cling
to feeling anything
Sensations for the mind
perceptions at your fingertips and lips
We gobble them up like pills
We copulate with reckless abandon
Desperate for the high
We think will leave us
Fulfilled
But all we are left with
are the
Beautifully random aftershocks
I see your face
my pulse quickens
Let me crash into you
Make me feel.
About the Creator
To Give Your Last Twenty
He walks oddly, shuffling and nearly tripping down the hallway toward his apartment door. I slow my pace, allowing my neighbor— a stuffy ex-marine with one missing tooth and a strong odor of liquor and two weeks' worth of unwashed stench always accompanying him—to reach his door. I crinkle my nose, nearly gagging as he dawdles ahead.
By Ashley4 days ago in Motivation
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