Dots, walls and whatever direction

Is it amusing? The lack of space - the , the, the, the, - the ever constant repetition of the baroque, of the 'hey, i am giving myself breaths to graze this ever consonant of sounds and movements and  - i am so confused i will trust this instinct, call it DNA, repetition of the same -. CLONE. Android of the 1,2, 3 Are you experienced?'
I wonder if I am.

I have been filling the same space of the same moment with the same person of no words, no gestures just space and time and WALLS this triggering walls that really talk loud! Walls that I know walls that I habitate walls that I share. walls. walls. walls. walls. This messed up walls of no security. Walls of you are so far away but for a moment I thought I could hear you and I thought we had touched like if we were dots forming a line. One sound.

I don't like crowds so I'd rather be a line made out of two dots, not more, just us two dots. but this walls and this other people and then my thoughts - and i guess your thoughts also have effect -  create even more walls. and it's like we were never forming a line, it is like we have never been close it is just that it seemed like we were. From one particular point of view. So I wish we could stay stuck in that point of view, in that place that makes us seem so close, like made out of the same sort of light. but i am here and in between this rather large number of walls there you are. and that is fine, I don't mean to be clingy but it is like time only puts up more walls and then I just think 'Why bother tearing them down?' So I just stay far and hope maybe to forget the sound.

So we were driving in your car, and all I want to do is drive in somebody else's car when it is pitch dark and just get out of town. Beams of traffic lights and a starry sky and I want to neglect the map and just get from point A to point, no, not to point B but I'd rather get to D and then circle back to A so that maybe we might figure out where B was. That is what I want form this physical world. but in my heart that is made out of soulspecks I want it always to be clear and straightforward and whatever string that may be attached I want it mentioned and scrutinized.
and I want you to call me on my phone even if I protest cause I hate phones. I want you to call.