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You grow a comfort – A rare informal formality of sorts.
A touch,
unwarranted,
too soon becomes as abundant as gravel on common ground.
& some way, it feels as though this measure of intimacy has never been met before – to act before thought. To reach out without hesitation. To leave the door open, to undress seamlessly, laying bare without self speculation.

We inexplicably tend to forget how many times we are able to unheedingly cleanse ourselves from our past experiences, only to stitch ourselves back up from toe to heart to head, again.

We forget how our tongues tire with repetition, explaining and reimagining who we are now and how we’ve come to be this version of ourselves – We paint our, still, most potent childhood memories with fallen leaves from the same tree we frequently admired with another.

And so forth it goes, the continuous flow of being in and out of love one too many times.

By Faria 22.09.2021