words by dominic riccitello

I would sit there, wrapped in covers, watching you watch yourself and as I sat, I thought it must be lonely in there. In your mind, behind all those screens and filters. The way you had this empty stare and how I could feel all the sadness in the air.

It was beautiful because I could feel your vulnerability with fingertips. I could caress every part of you and we just existed, peacefully, between each other.