what once touched my hands
would never be lost
what fevered my mind
would be remembered
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 8:38 AM UTC
what once touched my hands
would never be lost
what fevered my mind
would be remembered
A quatrain depicting how object permanence applies even to a 22-year-old like me. I sometimes wail waking up to dreams. Did we ever truly exist?