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.

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  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.