[text g[16:11, 28/07/2023] barbora: i just hoped for two things that evening, -that you would not accidentally discover and will be made to confront - that i’m made of void - not the void of the vacuum that absorbs with all force but the one more of the soap bubble - you, while stroking my hand accidentally will pass through it, and, even if you did, i’m sure you did. i saw it. the commonplace surprise was not in your eyes, just the melting without bursting the thin film, you came through my skin, and i, morose, just unbuttoned the shirt

[16:11, 28/07/2023] barbora: and I’m feeling as something as funny and furry as a bear who accidentally mistaken the seasons, it’s summer and he went to hibernate, and no smell of barbecue, no grilled haloumi is going to wake him up

[16:11, 28/07/2023] barbora: and then you know, i realised,  

[16:11, 28/07/2023] barbora: that there was a piece of you, imprint from within you, so precious, so miniature, i noticed only in the morning  

[16:11, 28/07/2023] barbora: brown tiny bit of excrement on my third fingeroes here]