bare | photoseries

I am always trying to comprehend others' feelings. Not the ones they share by speech but, the ones well covered underneath their chins. The ones drowning in their throat before they are able to be transformed into words. Detecting the movement of the muscles. Shivers on the bare collarbones and tension on the shoulders. So praised these body parts. Poems written for the fairness of one's skin. Songs have been sung for the shivers on the neck yet, not even one really dares to look. As if their stare will corrupt the purity of the notion and damage these wonderful fields of skin. If that is how you feel about your stare, do not bother to look. You won't find a thing.