v u l v a l i c i o u s
theories of matter
I can't remember the last time I kissed anyone. It's funny, how the ache just fades into the background of life. I don't think about it until I do. It's sharper with its rarity.
Reading a story that involves kissing, I bite my lip. Try not to think about the slide of tongues or the way my body would react.
I'm in bed. I say that if I snap my fingers, I won't exist anymore: my body will turn into matter, energy, the nothing and the everything of the universe. Kissing is nothing if you're disembodied.
I close my eyes. Snap. Nothing changes.