physical sensation/pisking mushrooms ☆☆☆

These steep cliffs and watelands

Inside of me

And i realize now

I've lived a life of non-feeling

These hands and face could feel all these grass strands and limbs and tree trucks

And sun through my lungs

This whole time

Sensations like the cold fabrics, streams, flows of blue air 

Feel the skin on my back and the brush of hair

and violet space

This whole time

I could feel my world even more trough the physical

Disconnected from my sensations

I hope 

But not far away

We will name it someday

I felt my feelings on the inside 

Not the outside

Picking mushrooms in the forest