this morning #1189.

this morning, i had the heat of another human pressed up against my arm. packed train. in direct contact with a stranger. warmth from the blood flowing just below our respective shirts & skins. though we were close, there wasn’t anything intimate about the situation. it did me no harm so i took it for what it was. let it be. sat in that knowledge. didn’t pull my arm away. there’s no need for me to be afraid of invading their space. they’re perfectly fine with invading mine. in minutes, we’ll part ways. for the rest of our days, we’ll never remember that person with whom we shared a fleeting moment with on a morning commute. i don’t like to assume that’ll be the case but i try to tell myself the truth.