Existence crawls in.
Lines no longer touch.
Everything lays spread on something I can’t see
(I want to see!)
and only fingers touch it
as if it’s there.
I dip them–
all of them,
I become aware…
and the more I feel it
the more it moves away…
stay…
There is so much more hiding behind what I can see
and much more behind it.
stay…
(Opened eyes)
I want to take it all in.
stay…
(Closed eyes)
I want to become it.
kushtrimthaqi 