O, to love lightly, with a heavy hand. To sequester hurt, in support of fame. To grip softly, against callous skin.
Is to pose beneath a fruit tree, in blossom; is to smile and delight, in delighting; is to stand contently, though encumbered.
Oh, to not be alone, and to sacrifice a solitude no other could touch.
And to be touched.
music: day 26 – perfectly blind