on sensory

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.

Matthew Evans, 2007

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