There's a noise, it crosses oceans. It leaves only memories behind it. A smile or a slap: they sound the same. Skating on thin ice isn't brave or funny, it's just stupid.
If the noise passes through my brain, will it erase my past? Or will it shape my future?
I can perceive a scent. I guess it's Gianna Michaels. Her femininity is so disruptive that hormones fly into the troposphere.
