Lately the days are like an unfullfilling kiss.
Its not the kiss you give your wife, or gf. Or does it generate the anticipation of that first kiss. Or even the urgency of a drunken kiss based on passion.
It feels like a kiss bereft of any passion, or even loathing. It emobies what the true physical basis of what a kiss is. 2 fleshy body parts squishing together.
It is the regretful kiss. The one you make and you know, nothing is there. Not even the desire for physical fulfillment.
Everything moves around me, at a far greater speed. Feels like I'm moving very slow. I am arrhytmic to this city.
Slow Machines - The Gold Medalists from bernard badion on Vimeo.
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