Feeling of Sense

It's hard to explain.

These feelings just gets to me because it's so complicated. Just like me.

It's how I come to terms with everything, how I explore the world. But its also what personifies me and makes me who I am.

It's that incorporation of sense that makes it hard to explain, but does it really make sense?

I feel lost, aiming without an arrow.

The feeling of touch and hearing are among my favorites, besides the visuals. They're the backbone to the projector, they immerse you in the experience.

Have you ever ran your hands through hot water, almost to the max temperature? I love that feeling, it gives off an uncanny pleasure. But, luckily, the bathtub never goes to the boiling threshold.

Standing outside and enjoying nature. But I often ignore the wind blowing on my face whenever I'm still. So does my ears, once they almost go numb. I constantly burry my hands in the pockets.

Have you ever tranquilly increased the volume and just let it blast in your ears? The gushing cascade of sensual sound in your mind. It feels so amazing, I can't wait to go deaf!

That's not all, however.

I've opened up old scars and wounds, I've seen blood pour from them. Have you ever tasted it? It's so addicting...

What about emotion, the feeling of feeling? I wonder if that has ever played a role.

Well, I think I can't explain how complicated it is. 

On one hand, I adore you. On the other, I know its wrong. I'm horrible at keeping my thoughts in my head.

But I'll do it for you and everyone else.