An electrical signal from some remote corner of my brain.
Connecting all kinds of circuits and nerves and chemicals in a web understood by nobody.
The chemicals make my chest tingle around my beating heart.
The nerves make my hand move, staining a dead tree with some dark substance.


The ink reflects light into your glimmering eyes.
Holding this paper is almost as though you are holding
my hand which wrote it.
Let our emotions stir together until our hearts beat in
harmony.
Connected to each other.
I feel electric.