Touch

touch.

is comfort to the minds of men.
The weak minds of men need to touch
To believe that anything is real.
So when there is no touch
, where can anyone find comfort? Reality?
When your hopes, dreams, fantasies,
wants, needs,
desires

touch.

appear everywhere you turn, what comfort can you find when they are beyond your reach?
When you can hear, see, smell,
Taste, sense,
But not touch

touch.

what you crave,
Is it worth it?
Can you handle the emotions?

touch.

Can you survive the grip of fear?

touch.

Can you live without seeing Reality’s boundary?

touch.

Can you live without knowing?

touch.

Comfort only resides in one other place.
Insanity is but a misstep away.
One easy, little slip, and you will never need to touch
again.

touch.

Reality slips “out of touch
”.
The voice of reason grows faint.
They all lie outside the tangible world.
Its words no longer touch
my heart.
Higher is always the goal for men
Yet so many fall, reaching upwards for something to touch
, to keep them back from the ledge.
They want to touch
, need to touch
, must touch
, touch

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Kuwutousna
Nwswouceec
Oaeauwhnvk
Wnencaise.
Wtwthntern
Hthtwtmtle
Aoaohtaoov
Tktsaokyoe
Ynyetteokr
Oooeyosub.

touch.

Hide behind that façade
And fall, fall, fall into a world of lies and hidden secrets.
Force out that smile,
And reach for the highest point,
Blissfully unaware that you are falling,
Destined to never
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