Dematerialising

I feel empty in an absurd world that cannot satisfy me. Then I move to other dimensions. This already works when I concentrate on the touch between my body and the matter around me, and it is as if I become a part of it, it merges with me. A symbiosis between the thing in front of me and me. As paper I feel soft, as metal I feel hard, as a bar of soap I feel woke.

But I want to feel the passion, touch the passion if I may. Without blinding myself. Every time I see a beauty, I have to struggle not to speed up. I want to express everything then, say what I think and feel. A total surrender. So that she sees me. And still leaves me as I am.

When I find someone, then I will lead her inside my dimensions. I will touch her gently, every cell lining her skin, I will be enjoying every touch intensely, as she puts her hair on my neck and her lips in my ears, so that I hear the music of her breath until I grow tired of happiness and may die.

So it shall be.