don't touch me, i can't be touched right now i'm apart, separate, not like you touch me and i'll shatter razor shards of fragile personality exploding glittering fragments of self
don't speak to me, i can't hear you noises are too harsh vibrations for me i need silence and the soothing song of water substances of pure fragility wine glasses detonate in the soprano howl of your whisper
touch me tomorrow after my body has reformed when sleep has set me back into my hardened shell speak to me tomorrow when my ears are flesh again and i will hear you and be comforted back in the coarse, crude clumsy world where i am not me
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