Saturday, 24 September 2016

Empathic contact

Sometimes, but more often than expected, someone reaches out. And you're there, ready to grab that contact. It's something unknown, often alien. But it does feed you, and you need it to not starve. It opens doors, it shows an all new universe. But yet it's not enough, and you crave for that rare contact which is so rich in pain and passion to be overwhelming. You pray for it, you wait for it, and you die for it.

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