DAY 34

I search for things daily. Nothing. I've had people come into my life that seem to walk out of a shadow where a spotlight should've been and then mysteriously return, as if coming for specific purpose. Busting through the membrain, tearing a hole just large enough to nestle in comfortably for a moment. Slipping beneathe it when fit, healing as if they were never there in the first place. You were. Lucid. I like to be touched and you like to touch. You no longer exist as you did, and now I question my sanity. Interaction acts as a catalyts thrusting us forward. Sometimes we are blind to this, our choice is to trust or fall victim to paranoia. I choose the former.