touch.

For as long as i can remember, 

I've always, always had a fascination with hands. 

They're so profoundly beautiful.

Touch is such an intense sensation. 

I've recently noticed how much i'm constantly touching things i see.

I was looking through some photo books in Peter's room last weekend

and every single picture

gave me this desperate urge to feel it

like i could actually feel someone's face in a picture

or the texture of a road or building.

I've been doing it with real objects as well.

I'll pick up a leaf on the ground

and just study it

the roughness of it's dry structure...

sometimes i crumple it up in my palm and then leave it to the wind.

I love it.

I get the desire to touch people's faces way more than often too

which i'm sure would be completely weird

but i can't help it.

I literally have to restrain myself.

I always just want to put my hand on their cheek

it seems so soothing

so very comforting.

Oh well...

I'm already pretty strange as it is.

I'll have to imagine it for now i suppose...

until i actually get the courage to just do it.