epiphany on Nostr: Touch, Reality, and Longing Touch— a fragile bridge between worlds, between skin ...

Touch, Reality, and Longing

Touch—
a fragile bridge between worlds,
between skin and soul,
between what is real
and what only lingers in the ache of absence.

Fingertips trace the shape of existence,
pressing into flesh as if
proximity could dissolve the distance,
as if hands alone could confirm
that we are here,
that we are not just ghosts
passing through each other’s gravity.

But what is real?
Is it the warmth of a palm against mine
or the echo it leaves when it’s gone?
Is it the weight of a body
or the unbearable lightness of knowing
that nothing can ever be held forever?

Longing—
It is the language of those who remember
a love not yet found,
a touch that exists beyond time,
a presence that whispers:
I am here, I have always been here.

And so we reach.
We reach through skin,
through sound,
through memory.
Through the quiet spaces where fingertips once rested,
where absence is its own kind of presence.

We need something more.
Not just touch.
Not just flesh.
Not just the fleeting press of warmth
against a world that always moves too fast.

We need the kind of touch
that makes us real.
That convinces us we are here.
That, for a moment, quiets the longing
and lets us rest inside the infinite.

Touch me.
Not just with hands.
Touch me with knowing.
With presence.
With something that lingers
long after the skin forgets.

Touch me,
and I will believe
that I exist.

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