Surreal

[ephemeraldeep]

When you're so distanced from the people you love most, they become ideas. This takes time- I used to be able to memorize small sensations and images to slow down the development. I used to be able to see her sleeping in the winter sun coming through the window, I used to be able to feel his gentle hands, I used to be able to smell his clothes. Then that all fades and they're ideas again.
When you're away from those ideas for so long, the thought of talking to them, holding them, kissing them becomes inconceivable. To think I ever touched another human being, to think they ever breathed.