Twin Peaks

For some reason, this week has been themed "love and the inability to". I see glimpses of pure warmth, wide pupils and shut eyes. People are moaning for a walking stick. Blindly they slide their fingers over the walls. Don't break your finger nails! There it is, in the corner, that point of rest. Grab it! To regain strength, to stand alone. Energy lines that split them in two, but above all, that unbearable heat. To unite.