to hell with that

to hell with everything that isn't lying next to you, or him, only with silence understanding why we've closed that room for everybody else.





and to quote the movie CRASH:
"It's the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something."