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Our bodies lay next to eachother without a single touch.

I don’t need to lay.

I can sit.

I can stand up.

I can just leave.

I am afraid that I cannot resist.

My body is located in an unknown territory.

I want to move but I cannot.

The smell of his body.

We are strangers but in the same time we are not.

It’s a contradiction.

How can I lay next to this anonymous body

and not be afraid of getting hurt?

But there is something about his smell,

his look,

which makes me want

to stay and explore the unknown.

There is an unusual intimacy

which fills up the room.

My body is somehow excited

about this moment

but in a weird way

it cannot react.

It never felt that difficult.