Anatomically Modern Testo

how soft can a pillow be? when i bury my face and bite my lip i look around. there's no one to offer me exchange of chance. there's no one to offer me exchanging glances in a dark window. we both think we don't see. only in here, the promises i give; what i don't say. at night i hear, 'i want to feel this way forever.' attraction and tension still fill these veins. and my lips still follow my gaze. but no one's enough to offer me exchange of chance. i tell myself to stop - stop counting backwards from forever and just live it while it lasts. just live.