The air whispers in my ear every day, but I don’t hear it.

Musical notes turn into background pollution that only my body listens to- not me.






























A fleeting flock of images roars past my eyes, in a rapid swerve, lost without a destination.

I don’t see them anymore.

My friends offer me pleasantries of company and laughter, and still I become petrified, quieting further, into my conscience.













Smell has lost its scent.

Colors have lost their brightness.

Time has lost its speed.

Touching has lost all sensitivity.




















Suddenly, restraints around my wrists have receded their pressure- the occasional aching of the heart has not returned for a visit and a tall cuppa Joe in a while.

The city lights run quickly past my perception in their usual mute chattering, but this time, I am withdrawn from inclusion.

I have arrived on the monolith that is my spirit.

















Look! I can open and close my hand. This is fascinating!

What is that?! It’s like a coating behind all things. I wonder if I can touch it…

I had never realized just how ALIVE I really am. It feels funny.

I can actually feel myself existing…! How weird is that?
I can’t help but smile as I quietly dissolve.














And yet…



















…I can actually feel myself existing!