I’m losing my sense of human touch. The simple beauty of human contact, which we all strive for, not necessarily in a sexual way, but in a comforting way. A language that humans have created that communicates our emotions to a whole new level. Like that needed hug from your favorite person while being told that all the chaos in the world will subside, and everything will be alright, a simple tap on the back as an act of support, squeezing someone’s hand to tell them you’re there for them, lending your shoulder to your little brother in the car for him to sleep, cuddling with your pets on a cold cold night, or caressing your partners hair as an act of love, stroking their cheek, a high five or nudging your friend so he can catch up to your lie. But in a world so fast forward, the culture of non sexual touch is slowly vanishing. A world where people are deprived from physical contact, isolated in their four walled rooms, watching other’s have their ‘good times’ on social medias. Chasing the social fame, that comes without warmth, but is filled with days of the lack of motivation and the want to be in bed. Wishing time rewinds and we get to linger around the comfort of human touch a little longer.
