Statement

Imagine that what you're looking at right now is not as flat as it looks like. Imagine that you can see through it. Imagine your hands being able to merge with it. Even if you close your eyes it won't go away, it will simply still be there. Your head won't be steady, your mouth won't be closed, your skin will be weightless, your fingers will be surprised with every touch. You feel amused with the image of that reckless kiss you shouldn't have had, but you must have it again, so you bite your lips, and wish for a call. You're all alone. Have another swallow.

M.