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.

...

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.