look no further-says the song
and still, when she awakes
with a hand in her hand
she thinks she should look further
(consequences ect ect)
after all, what is there in peeping behind bounderies,
in toying with the idea of destroying taboos
...
the hand is there at a close distance
(she is sure of it, the outline of that hand
becomes visible every time she slightly opens
her eyes -or is it when she slightly closes it?)
...
sometimes the boundary between reality and imagination is so slight
it is almost inexistent
she breaths in and out with a slow pace
and drifts of back and forwards in time
looking for that hand
identifying it
trying to give meaning
/at times, it is best to take things as they are.
instead of turning them into a source of painful desire
don't overanalyze - this post is obscure on purpose and
is a dead end to thoughts, obscure and dead as
some taboos are that you fail to keep,
like not touching the beautiful bottom of a stranger/
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