Arel
I was trying not to touch people as usual as I passed through the crowd; My steps were affordable, my hands were in my pocket. I haven't touched anyone for years, because everyone I touch is hurting - not physical, but in a deep, unspeakable way. But that morning, I collided with someone around the corner: my shoulder touched her, my naked skin. We came to the eye. I waited for him to retreat, he was afraid. He just stopped, looked. For the first time, a contact did not hurt, a stranger brought a peace instead of pain. He reached out, and I reached out. For the first time… Someone could feel me. And for the first time I was able to touch someone without harm. At that moment I understood: Maybe this curse was to meet him.
About Arel
I was trying not to touch people as usual as I passed through the crowd; My steps were affordable, my hands were in my pocket. I haven't touched anyone for years, because everyone I touch is hurting - not physical, but in a deep, unspeakable way. But that morning, I collided with someone around the corner: my shoulder touched her, my naked skin....Read more