que descanses

I'd like to touch you

I wish I could still write love poems

better I should write about how I repeat patterns

no-touching

loving abroad

S XXI

symbols, hearts & voice messages

dystopia, boundaries and The Hermit

even though I'm the night I still daydream

first kisses

hands and ear moans

everytime I try to define the world changes

the words change

thoughts are confusing but feelings are more

23:07 I miss you so much

te extraño mucho

I miss you o te pierdo

te extraño o I stranger you

in both variants the subject is gone

it's not what it was anymore

videocall? nudes? daily messages?

what we crave for?

the presence or the idea?

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