STOP LOOKING — TOUCH WITH YOUR EYES BOLDER

Let's be honest.
You don't read me because you're looking for spiritual depth.
You want me to rip off the mask of pathos and whisper to you what they don't write in decent places....

So here it is:
I can be decent. But you don't want me like that.
You want me bold, naked to thoughts, to desire, to trembling.
You want me to write as if I were biting. So that the letters would scratch the skin of fantasies.

Look. Read. Imagine.
And then risk answering.
If you open this door —
you won't come back.
And honestly...that's what you want.