I could feel it.


    It was time.


    Time for what?


    Im not sure.


    I didnt absorb the feelings anymore.


    I absorbed what i could not feel.


    I knew i needed those unfelt feelings to take the final step, but i didnt know why.


    So, in a final burst, i could feel all the fullness i had worked so hard empty itself into a single burst of energy.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    ...


    I knew something had happened, and yet, it felt as if nothing had happened.


    However, a question floated in my head.


    What is this?...


    The question was,


    "what do i want?"


    That should be obvious by now.


    I want to feel.


    And so, i felt.


    I grasped out, and altough i felt nothing, i knew that i felt.


    The wind fluttered like innocent butterflies between my static fingers.


    The air was moist and cold, like the tounge of a snake, flickering.


    I could grasp it.


    I could feel it.


    After so long,


    "feeling" had returned to me.


    I know the thing one should miss the most after loosing all senses should be the vision,


    as we use it the most,


    but i suppose i was being taunted all along,


    every now and then feeling a feeling,


    grasping it,


    only to feel it dissapear in my own feelings.


    I couldnt see it, but i was sure that i was now both above and beneath ground.


    Below, there was me.


    Above, there was a hand.


    It must look like some sort of halloween prop.