my senses, oh my wondrous senses, bloomed inside of me. scents, breezes, sun rays, glimmers of light on water, animals, swaying branches, glittering leaves, swirling dandelion fluff, they all blossomed in front of me as if a numbing, blinding skin had been shed from my entire being. god, i fucking felt so alive! i felt present. not for want. content. i could have not cared about my impending death any less because i had what i wanted: the sensitivity to be completely overtaken by everything right at that moment.

-s