"She had a look of suffering and I was struck less by her beauty than by the extraordinary loneliness in her eyes."
—Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master And Margarita, tran. Michael Glenny
i don't want to just hold your hands.
i want to dissolve the skin between us
and let our pulse beat through the exact same vein.
i want to be so indistinguishable from you that when they call your name, i am the one who answers.