The most essential of the senses.
We touch to see.
We touch to feel.
We touch to know.
We touch to love.
What do we touch but mere boundaries?
Limits of things, the touch of which tells us nothing.
It is more than its outer boundaries.
It is a place to eat. A place to place your diary. A place to study and a place to write your inner thoughts.
It is a thing to sit on. To ponder. To think. To not think…
Does it tell you anything for the person?
Does touching speak to you of essence?
Always looking into the horizon for answers.
Always looking away for the key to the cosmos.
All you had to do was to touch your self.
Without touching anything…