Because it will always end with a curl up in bed,
a good\bad cry,
and demonic headache on the following sunrise.
Tight Junctions
It is his skin, not the mortal, physical, graspable wrapping for his vessel. But the tethered spaces in between his cells. Filled with life, tears, soul and pain. The confinement you wanna pull apart, with your bare hands, out of love or in search for love.
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