Bliss comes with exploration

Bliss comes with exploration.The memory of a feeling covered by endless bodies.Flesh over emotion just to reach to that day when memory is clouded by different smells and absent emotions.Until one face that is all,a face you see in all faces,breaks down to the same face of unexpressed clouded lust.

What about all the moments?The dust hovering in a ray of light as the sun slowly sets?The distant lights shinning like stars falling on the ground?Feeling the coffee losing its warmth in your fingertips?the force that the seconds pointer in the clock has as it rushes onwards?the sensation of every passing moment in which your body ages but your mind drifts away sometimes in a forgotten innocence?the sounds of footsteps from the apartment above.The smell of the pending rain.The thoughts travelling away as you breathe out.

what about all these significant little moments of unimportance that came to be just because you noticed them for the first time?
when is the moment so perfect when you do not alone feel its importance?
when is physical distance more important than the actual distance two people can have or their intimacy?The feeling of such proximity that her breath becomes yours and her breathing words that don't come out but as heavy breath.The smell before rain.The dry soil waiting for a wet kiss.For a touch of this foreign moisture on it.
Feeling each person passing through you.Feeling open. To a feeling that reaches nowhere but journeys onward without ever stopping.That doesn't stop, doesn't reach its destination but crosses its target as if it wasn't there, as every person passing through you, getting lost like a stranded astronaut in space. Into the great void. Dragging you with it as goes on to forever...

Then you just swim backwards trying to cling to the first body that doesn't dissolve in your touch.One to hold you even if you chain it to the same forever. Until your chain becomes its own and the gravity pulls you back in. Then you let go. You let them go. Into the same pull. You keep on walking and every time you fear that chain a bit more. You retract within you. Within everyone. Within any excuse for not getting there. Getting trapped between endless bodies that conform with what everyone conforms to. Living your usual trouble every day.

Think of me as a loser as I let myself get lost in this forever, or find me somewhere in an infinite universe...