I have had a craving for contact with flesh with everyone for the last few years, and it seems I cannot get over the fact that smooth skin always satisfies my pleasures as if I was drinking a smooth milkshake on a hot, summers day when eve is just breaking into dusk. At times like this, I secretly wonder where the pleasure is when you get even the minimum of contact with skin, and then it slowly dawns on someone that even if it was just a hug... it has more meaning than that.

So, I sit here, at my desk, wondering what the hell is wrong with my contact with human emotion skills, and debate on why I'm doing this. Perhaps its just instinct to just want to ramble on about how skin contact, of even just fingertips touching my own, pink finger tips in a temporary way excites me? Who knows. But it really isn't what I'm doing it for.

I've been contemplating the fact that, even as I've tried to think of many ways to post an art on here, and then figure out how to balance my ideas all in one for a story.

So, maybe, just the contact with this keyboard strokes my egotistical fingers into believing that maybe I have a semblance with the world in the internet, but maybe not so much, but who knows? Maybe I'll decided to just have a stroke of pure genius and contact the world of beings. I don't know though, so I'll just have to see for now.