you walk into the room and i instantly know that i like you. little do i know that we will both enter a reality beyond the stomping feet and wooden floors and smokey rooms and whirling music soon thereafter. when you hold me in your arms i feel small and safe and yet like a woman. your hands do most of the talking and they know all the secrets and stories and wounds. i wonder how it´d be to feel somebody when you´re blind. just close your eyes and you will see. there aren´t really words to complete this story. an encounter so real and beautiful that it defies all distances and what if´s and do not´s and should have´s. it fills my lungs with longing to breathe in and breathe out more intensely. more real. to feel that kind of awareness and appreciation and support. your eyes withstand my depths. you can measure my words with knowledge of the heart. you smile.