Holy materials

Sounds leaving my lips, entering your ears and being transformed into meaning. The smell of rain in august, the vibrant colors of the city at dawn, the taste of peach and ice cream. The scent of sweat and cheap parfume in our favorite nightclub. His messy hair and iconic music in rented cars. The touch of his hands and the taste of his lips. The strange connection one feels by simply looking into the eyes of another. After years of meaningless sex finally experiencing the delicious taste of true intimacy. These are not just experiences of the body only, but of the soul. In a way: These are the soul. My soul is not at home in my body. My body is at home in my soul using every window it can find to get a look outside to see: The universe is experiencing itself. 🙏🏼 Raphael

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