touch

caress the strings of space-time, They oscillate between ecstasy and desolation, singing my song of 2 touch U, I feel my own meat and yours through mine, 2B matter, 2 let consciousness slide 2 the point of contact, an horizon, only crossed by data, sensations, converted to feelings. ///////Pixel art Animation later distorted on AE & Song I did at some point of 2018. ////