Break Away.

Date: 28/12/2019

Moment: Break away from Costa.

Captivated by the lean structure of a miniature tree with raw bark and bare branches. A perception from feeling. Eyelids are car wipes. Swept away delusion and distortion.

Captivated by the lean structure of a miniature tree with raw bark and blossom blemishes. The breath of winter trickled down our necks; Microscopic hairs stood on end. Friction, tension and forgotten hands brushed.

An icy sky with accidental puffs of pearl. Flocks of foreign, diverse and delicate feathers. Shatters and shudders. Caresses are stabs. Pull and tug thy will. An absolute salute and roger to that. Fingers interlocked, sweaty palms kissed, eyelids shut tight and the echo of silence travelled down the street.

Contact is like swallowing thick, pasty, syrup from a medic’s cabinet. There is the sickness of gravitation towards touch that heals. The arise of regurgitation and goose bumps, rocking from head to toe. A napkin named whispers and mutters stuffs itself in one ear and through to the other. A nauseating game of tug of war. The radiator in the clasp of our hands, melts a frosty mind. The logical generator is on slow production.