It's the sense of touch.
In any real city,
you walk,
you know?
You brush past people,
people bump into you.
In L.A., nobody touches you.
We're always behind this metal and glass.
I think we miss that touch so much,
that we crash into each other,
just so we can feel something.
it is the search to find the passion of our lives that gives us that utmost confidence, where and when we become untouchable; at this point we travel beyond reach, beyond comprehension, into another realm, another plane, another state of being that we are our greatest in; we then reach the highest form of euphoria we are capable of achieving: unfathomable, unbelievable, incomparable, invincible.
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