I couldn't resist touching it. I've started noticing things about myself that I'm particularly sensitive to sound. Yes, it's been like this for a long time - right after... since 2012, but now I'm paying special attention to voices. Beautiful and pleasing to the ear voices seduce me.
Noticing people's faces, breaking down the components and... the eyes - what is so beautiful about a person's appearance.
Feeling the silkiness of his hair, running it through the fingers of his hand, clenching it into a fist. Strong, dense... but very smooth. I don't want to let go.
The smell... what is it? I miss it terribly. And... the most precious thing now is to smell a person. I guess it's a way to the heart that can only be opened once.
Рубрика: Мысли