Chapter 1
The hands they trace it all, my mind signals it out of curiosity, it just want to feel it, the texture, the softness, the hardness of it.
And after i touch it, it is engraved forever, the feeling.
I might forget the pre and post of events but the feeling of things whether it be a living or a non living, it stays.
Sometimes to haunt and sometimes to soothe me.
The reason i never touched what i wanted the most is might i never forget the feeling.
I don’t want to give in to my desires, i don’t want to make it hard for myself more than it already is.
I want to learn to give up without destroying myself or others,i want things to end but not in a shattering way every time.
The hands they reach out,but never really reaches.
