I want to smell his skin again. I want him pressed against me in the sun. I want to touch him. I want to feel breathe be exhaled from his lungs while my head is on his chest. I want to feel him smile while I kiss him. I want to watch his hands touch me. I want to stare into his eyes and tell him I love him.
It is man who is deaf.
— Terence Mckenna (via broken-self-reflection)