There are some things in life that are beautiful untouched. Some time it demands you to leave it as it is. sometimes its very symbolic of what human life should be. is it trying to convey a message to me? is it my Muse? is it my teacher? is it my good friend? or my eternal lover? is it a mirror reflecting the universal law of connection? i donno what it means. i felt like touching it. was I in trance when i touched it? did i actually touch it? did i destroy it? did i make a mistake? i hate when questions frame my paragraphs. i think its better left untouched.
touched...
