Fascia111

Your palms feel rough and dry. They sting. Their sound   booming around the inside of my skull clings to memory with a grip stronger even than that of your knuckles against my temple. I feel sick for smiling, but I want in on the joke. If I participate, I'm not a victim. If it's funny, it can't hurt. If I laugh, then no one will know where the tears really come from. I walked into another door today. I can be so clumsy sometimes.

I swear this place is living, breathing art. When we're all crowded under the blazing white tent, all you can hear is the thud and buzz of the music that radiates and resonates from the ground, and all you can feel is the steady pulse of the music around you— and you can't tell if it's been made to echo the human heart or if it's the other way around. You can feel your skin crawling with heat and a sheen of sweat as it glides over the strangers around you; yet the carelessness of the contact doesn't decrease its sacredness but rather brings a whole new dimension to it. Everything is beautiful and sweat is holy and the heat- the heavy,

1. He is ham and cheese and I am bananas and Lactose Intolerant. He is Call of Duty and I am "GO READ A FUCKING BOOK." 2.  He holds his anger like a weapon, I hold mine like a watering can. 3.  He never looks me in the eyes, And there are shadows in his smile which prove he will never see ME. 4.  His arms are strong but his heart is weak. Sometimes it's as though his hands play out drumbeats with So much Passion. As though to teach himself new heartbeats. 5.  He is damaged and I am clumsy, I can't even carry my own cross without stumbling, It is foolish of me to believe I can help someone When I am not even strong enough to

have you ever tried holding air in your hands? cup it slightly, like this; can you feel it? hold it firmly, and make sure it doesn't drip from your fingers air is life you try to make it stay within the walls of your flesh and blood, and incarcerate it behind the bars of bone; but it always finds a crevice between your clean, filthy fingers and escapes