To be the one who hasn't been touched.
I who longs for the depths of you.
al Lingering thought, distracted by the desires of you.
Oh how the loudest distance has been filled with a sorrowful evening.
My thoughts move to play amongst myself, but oh how the undesirable that is knowing the power of your touch from afar.
Sometimes i can almost feel you.
Other times, i have no desire. The desire of anyone else. The desire to think of anything else but of this moment.
A powerful sin that i have been taking with ease.
About the Creator
Kaelyn Sanchez
Kaelyn has learned to manipulate energy around her to discover the darkness behind the light. Her art is her medium to converse the language without words & make those who experience her, eternally conscious of this.
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