There are moments in life when reality blurs into the intangible, when a glance can carry the weight of a touch, and the unseen becomes more vivid than the visible. It was in such a moment that I felt his look on my skin—an ephemeral sensation, like the whisper of a breeze or the shimmer of a mirage.

His gaze wasn’t merely visual; it was magnetic, almost tactile. It lingered without touching, evoking an electric current that raced across my skin. I felt exposed, not in a way that made me retreat, but in a way that made me stand still, captivated. It was as though his eyes held a silent language that my body instinctively understood—a language of longing, curiosity, and unspoken words.

Much like a mirage, this sensation existed in the liminal space between real and unreal. I questioned its authenticity, wondering if it was merely my imagination weaving stories from the fragments of his attention. Yet, there was a force to it, something undeniable that made the air around me feel charged, as if I were standing under a sun that only I could see.

In those seconds—or was it minutes?—his look seemed to explore the contours of my existence. It bypassed the barriers we construct to shield ourselves and reached places words could never touch. It was an illusion of connection, fleeting and uncertain, yet powerful enough to leave an imprint.

When he turned away, the feeling faded, much like a mirage dissolves when approached. Yet the memory lingered, as if his look had etched itself into my skin, a reminder of the mysterious interplay between perception and emotion. The world had returned to its ordinary rhythm, but I carried the echo of that glance, a brief encounter that felt both unreal and profoundly real, like the touch of a dream.

Personal Nonsense – Moi