distance • i wish i could go back to the night we watched “your name” and we took a walk, lied on the crosswalk and danced like statues in the street. you were K.K Slider and my asexuality waned for you, that was the sin, making you more of an object, more skin and hair and eyes rather than a striving, untouchable, precious heart. i want to go back and say “be! !!more!! careful!”