Standing vulnerable under the sterile shower. Dreaming peacefully on freshly laid carpet of emerald moss in a tropical rain forest. Swimming au naturel in turquoise barren Pacific ocean. Flying incessantly from the mountains in Capri. Bathing candidly under the emollient sun of Tuscany. Life is beautiful.
As he slowly consumed the unseen, his veins swelled to colossal proportions. The sweat on his brow consummated with the sheen of his lips. The taste was brine and retentive. He could feel the dismemberment of his senses as he counted them till he reached the fifth one - The touch, but still he could feel the warmth of his own fluid as it dripped seamlessly, till he could feel no more.
Symphony copulated with tranquillity and a long distinct pause followed. His senses had returned. All of them. He could see, feel, hear, taste and smell again.
He was standing vulnerable under the sterile shower and dreaming peacefully on freshly laid carpet of emerald moss in a tropical rain forest as he tried swimming au naturel in turquoise barren Pacific ocean while flying incessantly from the mountains in Capri and bathing candidly under the emollient sun of Tuscany. Life was beautiful.
Psychedelic trance.
He could see.feel.hear.taste.smell - only one thing was amiss - his nude dichotomized body which laid mute on the operating table as he voluntarily flew above it.
Life could have been beautiful.
2 reactions:
I am glad that you have started posting again ! Thank you ! :-)
Amazing piece of write-up! Kept me hooked. The transition from 'imagination' to 'reality' was very smooth. You really have a strong sense of imagery.
Keep writing more...
Krishna.
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