…a bit earlier, I watched myself in the mirror ‧ the inner voice pushed me to venerate my I ‧ reflection brought me the vibe for a fresh start ‧ instantly, the negative thoughts were crushed ‧ each item of my soulful essence became a faultless piece ‧ a piece plotted punctiliously by uncensored codes

define love, — love is a  transferred  affection, — [touch me there], [ feel my music] touch, — but not so much