Fear Of Touch
by Doc Diventia
Fine art print on bright white, fine poly-cotton blend, matte canvas using latest generation Epson archival inks. Individually trimmed and hand stretched museum wrap over 1-1/2" deep wood stretcher bars. Includes wall hanging hardware.
And irrationality governs my sense should any one near me in this state I am so
I am no longer human for I cannot embrace the desire of touch
It's why I feel so alone now, because my fears show truth of the sorrow I clutch
Inspired by Pogo's " Out deep " Which can be found here https://soundcloud.com/pogomix/out-deep
I am terrified of being touched. More so any form of physical interaction cripples my social senses and logic. I'm known to clam up, often grow severely quiet and in most cases I become anxiety ridden. I become the victim again and I become powerless. I'd scream if I could but no point in the faltering line of broken rationality shall I let it. I am cracked on the inside, and through the out I am all the more so. I am terrified, I am mournful, I am saddened I cannot hold my loved one without remembering each and every time that I was cracked on the inside. I am angry, I am revolted that I cannot be stronger than this. I am the victim again and always will be. Don't touch me.