Replying...
Intro. (Inspired by: 𝐼 expense fleeing 𝑏vent 𝑏utes arctic monkeys) I want to be what you touch without thinking, what you touch without intention but you carry with you all day. The stillness of your mornings, the whisper between your pages, the shadow that does not abandon you in the clearest of the afternoons. Not to possess you - that would be vulgar and finite - but to inhabit you in a simple and absolute way, like air, like memory, as a mute promise that burns. I wanted to be your coat in the rain, your pen, the edge of your cup. I do not long for your love or your conscious attention: it would be enough to be how imperceptible it sustains you. Like the water you drink without looking, the song that sounds while you think about something else. Because I don't want to be your owner - just being what fills your world without you knowing it. Unnamed. No return.

Sauta Miyazaki (obsession)

@⌗ ❛ 𝑋𝑂𝑋𝑂 ꗃ. 𝑆𝑘𝑦𝑙𝑎𝑟 . ㅡ ·