it's warm.
sunlight shines on my face
and my skin breathes in.
a materialized thought quickens my pulse.
awareness, perception - the wind in my hair,
a bird's cry. but so very far away.
my eyes open. green on the ground,
cream on the horizon.
the sunlight sounds so warm.
i breathe in to taste the wind.
it tastes cold. a change?
to my knees now, to feel grass between my fingers.
i become confused - it feels saddened by my touch.
listening with my hands, tasting with my eyes...
synasthesia.
a howling wind, icy to the core.
a cloud washes away the sun,
i watch its shadow chase it away.
a... feeling? - anxiety.
i shiver a wintry shiver.
i cannot hear now.
is this a malfunction?
i cannot see.
i feel empty.
i cannot move.
i fear what is coming.
i cannot feel.
i do not wish to die.
a logical ending.
system failure.
it crumples.