Tonight I am floating through the emptiness of time and space, reaching for something familiar through which I might center myself. As a last ditch effort to save me from myself, I turn to the art of writing. Will it protect me? I fear it isn't what I am needing on this dark night.
What does it mean to feel?
It's like nothing I've ever experienced. I close my eyes, gently rocking my head backwards. My mind becomes completely clear. All I can think of, all I can feel- is the pain. I don't consider it pain. To me, it is ecstasy. Flames burn so brightly at first. So symbolic. My body tenses, then relaxes. I open my mouth faintly as if to scream, but instead I close my eyes tighter. My body shivers. I feel a tingle in my arms, and I realize I have goosebumps. I think of the things in life that should have caused me tangible pain, and realize that I didn't even feel them. Suddenly the intoxication ends. I am brought back to reality.
Nothing else matters in that fraction of a second where all you have is a feeling.
Feelings are all so relative, so open to interpretation.
Everybody has a question. That one nagging question that eats away inside their brains. I am no different. The answer that eludes me stems from the question- "why do we feel?"
2 comments:
i love your mind.
hahah.
"why do we feel"...gives us purpose, a sense we are something more than eating reproducing animals, look at it as a gift not a curse...who would want to live if we felt nothing?
keep up this cool writing <3
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