What’s in a life that makes it feel tangible -not moldable- but legible at times, when you’re so close, you can’t blink without swatting their cheek and so that you feel you can grasp their stress and peel it away like ducktape with little nubbins of glue like gossling fluff left over Whatever film that separates two souls was put there for sanity or practicality And I want to ask... What is it like in your soul? Is it disturbing or loving for me to ask?