there is an unspeakable perfection at the heart of this. i think you feel it, but i'd die of embarassment to find out i was wrong. could i be so naive? you walk by and i reach out to touch the motion tho i know the reality is untouchable.

i have always been a good boy, have not activated with impure intentions, have always honoured the goddess within the sisters as something worthy of unspeakable reverence. it is because of this that each desire, each attraction dies its death unknown and unspoken.

let it be known that i was interested in exploring the potentials. i know time is not perfectly aligned, but here we are, in the same room, with so much the same passing between us. perhaps this is too much the case.