A single touch won't hurt anyone, as a little imagination would be silent.

But the human imagination is violent.

It fed me the illusion of a touch, held my hand and said "its not true".

Being touch starved would be worse to you.

A touch isn't all to desire. We desire people for who they are.

Desire is a crave that won't be silenced by jarring, That is scarring.

But one day the scar gushes all the blood out, making a flood bursting all your lines.

And if desiring what I desire makes me a sinner, I am a sinner.

Pride,

Greed,

Wrath,

if craving what I crave makes me damned, then I'm bound to stay damned forever.

Lust,

Envy,

Gluttony,

and if wanting what I want makes me ruined, tainted and misguided, I will stare in shock at what made me reach this point.

And Sloth.

a little imagination is no longer so little, its my second my minute, my hour, and day.

it devoured me, I will keep driving to Corpus Christi