Make your way into my warmth and let’s watch the sunset bring us together. I like this feeling, the tones slowing us down to stares. But, who are you, stranger? I construct you person by person and then you vanish into the light. This used to be specific; as we passed time, I collected details of your attention. I saw experiences with you whispering to me, we have narrative. It’s tiring to think of the story now. What we learned while speaking in red neon, or feeling the textures of our skin has lost poignancy. Yet, I am still on a journey to feel close. The ego challenges itself in a pursuit of intimacy. Fearing end, I record to preserve growth. It recycles a foresight of bonding. To be reminded on the boundaries between intimacy and space, I’ve given myself a message. It tells me this stranger will find me again someday.
