兩周一聚(26): 寫給自己的信

My one and only,

Rumor says touching you would drive me mad,

as well as the listeners.

I really thought it’d be my murmuring that does the job.

And then I read somewhere -

“If you are suffering from any nervous disorder,

you should not play it.

If you are not yet ill,

you should not play it.

If you are feeling melancholy,

you should not play it.

(You) excessively stimulates the nerves,

plunges the player into a nagging depression

and hence

into a dark and melancholy mood

that is apt method for slow self-annihilation.”

Yes yes yes,

I am well aware of

my problems

and

my stubbornness.

Yet there’s nothing

I enjoy

more than

listening to your

high pitch screams

and

low pitch moans.

Rubbing my

wet finger on you

is the only way

I

feel

alive.

Going mad?

(Perhaps)

Being depressed?

(Usually)

Killing myself slowly?

(Always)

But who the fuck cares?

As long as

you are

my

armonica.

From,

Me to you and to me.