Recently I told someone, I want to be touchable. Stay touchable. Ok, seems I am still. That’s fine. But you have to face side effects. There are not many people wanting that. Did never wanted it. And definitely not, when they cuddled in in their good & beautiful lives.
No, me, who so rarely experience the feeling to be with me totally, walk through my nearly finished building site, which is no longer a site, through this beautiful room, which is made from so many details created by me. So directly connected to me, this room feels like a wider skin from me. And I feel so vulnerable in this skin. This skin itself is so vulnerable.