enjoy!

-keyword: intimacy. or the lack of it.-

i've always imagined this perfect circle, drawing itself times and over again, a circle whose line is getting darker but never thicker. would this connote fragility? everything is easy to break but here comes intimacy: our rival, the antihero.

oh how i loved that closeness, bursting like bubbles in soda. wanted to drink and devour, not thinking and thinking it all. harbouring all those oppositions and be content. that was it: intimacy, that old bitch.

does it get over, will we get over, when is it ever over? i could not tell, i over thought, i slept and ate and read, like a baby well fed. the problem remained with that great formula and the numerics added up to letters, forming the word i n t i m a c y, that old cunt. gush your inners all over me.