Fingers on plastic. Fingers stretching, cracking. Fingers crossing and feeling the throbbing of my own pulse. Pondering... and then it hits me: stomach acid, hunger.
Dating is the process by which we learn about others, and they about us. In the search for knowledge, emotions flood the facts.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
