
Crematoryy
Wandering endlessly
- Feb 12, 2025
- 118
I feel like every vibration in my being screams for tactile contact. My fingers intertwine, my skin brushing against my skin. I need to feel belonging and safe near someone; I need to be in a prolonged, supernal embrace. Yes! I'm dying inside. How much easier life would be if I had these things, and how I envy those who do.