I held my hands and they felt fantasticI tasted my tongue..

March 28th, 2014, 8pm

It was 6°C with broken clouds. The breeze was gentle.

I held my hands and they felt fantastic

I tasted my tongue

Cross-eyed, I examined my eyeball

( with my other one )

I tried to contemplate my own mind

but, to my horror, I found it contemplating me instead.

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