Hugging Diary

HUGGING DIARY The Way We Hug, The Way We Touch, The Way We Love

By Mae Chan

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In the moment, its significance is Invisible to our eyes, Foreign to logic, Beyond our sense, We close the space between each other.

Being wrapped Being touched

Just as so,

Being enveloped We are weak.

We give in.

A hug will melt our armour

Head on each other’s shoulders Melting into the moment Our togetherness is soft and warm

We are timid.

Fear of being rejected

It is comfort, trust, tolerance

ur breath, heaviness, scent, and heartbeat Locked tightly together in intimacy As if one.

It is the way we love

We are disgusted.

Unauthorized touch is an offence We are insincere.

Hug is just politeness We stay apart.

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Falling Asleep I go far from home While she grows old Time has passed, and home fades into the distance But still the sensation stays with me, as if just yesterday Falling asleep holding her arm Gently crumpled skin Patchwork blankets Soft pilling cardigan They feel rough, but soft and warm

Father And Son On The Shore

After the pouring rain We drove to the coast I cheered It was my first time seeing the sea The seagull was calling Squawking, squawking Waves were breaking on the shore Rumbling, Rumbling I clung your leg You are a gentle giant Steadfast yet loving Then, I no longer feel nervous Blue-grey tides stretch out of my sight Fading, vague, in the twilight I asked you, Where is the edge of the sea?

A Shy Plea I am... rehearsing... how to hug you... properly ... So to ...

Open my arm... and ... wrap you in These hug inspirations... stolen from ... other people’s daily lives Have become familiar to me with... practice But... I waver Do I... deserve it? ...

A timid hug invitation... has been sent Can... I Hug you?

Melting In The Sunshine Her hug is The mildness of a sunny spring day I feel safe Being cocooned in her chubby arms I feel close Immersed in her milky scent I feel relaxed Brushing against the fibers of her jumper I am no longer afraid to hug Even if it exposes my weakness I fall in love with hugs Even if it melts my self-constructed armour

You said, You can still feel the everything of Tilda Even if she has left you Her fluffy grey stripped coat Filling up your fingers Her soft belly Making a loud roaring purr Her velvety ears Trembling gently when dreaming Her thick and flowing body Being held in your arms You are trying to show a reminiscent smile But you said you are still sad

- Tilda

CX520 2018, Hong Kong Airport Broadcast on repeat, This is the final call for passengers traveling to London.

You hesitate But you finally hug your parents You said, Your family is restrained Not used to hugging each other As so You still hug Somewhat stiff Somewhat clumsy But nonetheless tightly

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