Senses

Jess Kaisk
Aug 9, 2017 · 1 min read
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I hear you and your murmuring, whispered comments ear to ear
the cadence of your voices slipping around cupped hands and
gazes covertly averted.

I see you and your eyes, attempting to penetrate the haze of my
my daze as I move room to room, building to building, and
ignore you.

I smell you and your fear, your disdain; they permeate the air
thickly so that I cannot seem to breathe, each gasp an attempt to
fill empty lungs.

I feel you behind me, staring, glaring as I walk through the glass doors
towards my escape from the confines of this box; building my energy for the
blast of heat off pavement.

Sanctuary is found, far from the vibrations of others, the only energy is mine and the quiet, noisy world around me here in this wooded place. Listening only to the sound of my breathing and the chirp of nature all around me.

Breezes in the tall grasses free me, their rustling the sweetest song to my ears. The aroma of black, lush soil, slipping through my toes the most luxurious of perfumes.

I begin to believe, I begin to awake, I begin to see.

Jess Kaisk

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