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The music sends shivers through my spine, My teeth feel like foreign objects in my mouth, I run my tongue over them, exploring their smooth hard surfaces, as if for the first time, My head throbs and pulses, I feel the blood running through my veins, The smallest of lights is brutally piercing to my eyes, and colors seem richer and deeper. I thought,"If I touched that grass or picked up that flower, its colors would get all over my hands I bet". The thought made me smile, colors are also felt...somehow I knew this to be true. I can feel every touch, every sensation, more vividly now than at any other time. I am connected, I am being.
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marcus-pendergraft
30 / M / American
For You?
Written by
marcus-pendergraft
30 / M / American
Published
Nov 6, 2012
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