bine wild
bine wild
Jul 23, 2017 · 1 min read

I don’t just see. My eyes feel, they smell they hear. They hurt from the pain and suffering of others.

My hands too, they hear music and taste love. I tell you it’s true, trust me.

If all I can do is feel, why can’t you? Do you not hear and feel it all around you? Close your eyes, close them and now listen to me, hold my hand I will not let go of them. Shh, keep your eyes closed.

Slowly, give me your hand, let me show you how it sounds and how it feels. Let the air into your chest and feel. Live. Trust me I promise I won’t let go. I feel you, I can smell you. I hear you breathing and if I too close my eyes, I can taste you. Now feel my skin. Smell it. Taste it. You must hear me now I think. How do I sound to you?

Trust me I won’t let go.

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