Eyes more than open.
I’ve never had this sensation in a while, like everything is more vivid, more in focus. Like I was just born, seeing the world through new lenses.
Yes. I feel every vein, every nerve, every inch, throbbing inside me. Inside, there’s something stirring, something I can’t quite put my finger on — no, not quite.
I was alive.
Chest heaving, pounding, heart racing against skin. Suddenly, the world boasted much more colors — a grand display of the wonders of the human eye. I was alive.
My hands, arms, legs, wandering and I’m in full control. I let them wander like a sort of daring, unusual pleasure.
Tremble. Go on, forever, over and over… until it burns, until it blows your mind. Satiate whatever the soul thirsts for.
I fill up the nostrils with the smell of existence, my very own.
No resistance. None at all. I let it all consume me. At this moment, I push my body back up to the edge.