I become velvet when you touch me.

I'm unsure where that thought came from today. Or perhaps I do. I just need to gather my thought trail. I am rediscovering writing. Its simply fascinating how words funnel thoughts. How a nib squuezes out ink, is how we write out our thoughts. Take the aforementioned thought as an example. It entails many occurences perhaps I can adjactevise my recollection for omni-clarity:
London. Cold night. Warm thought. Missed oppurtunity. Wales. Phone call. Warm night. Cold thought. Sheer coincidence. Good movie. Chance dinner. Wrong turn. Right person. Night. Morning. And.

I become velvet when you touch me.


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